"As for the parable of the Pelican, the Master has used it in half a dozen sermons; and you had it by heart at least as long ago as the day before yesterday, when I happened to overhear you pitching it to a convoy of visitors as you showed them the staircase.

I hope they rewarded you for the sentiment of it." "Look here," fired up Brother Warboise, turning over _his_ portion of duck, "if it's poor I am, it don't become you to mock me.

And if I haven't your damned book-learning, nor half your damned cleverness, maybe you've not turned either to such account in life as to make a boast of it.

And if you left me just now to stand up alone to the Master, it don't follow I take pleasure in your sneering at him." "You are right, my dear fellow," said Brother Copas; "and also you are proving in two or three different ways that I was right just now.
Bird of love--bird of wrath--they are both the same thing.

But, with all submission, neither you nor the Master have the true parable, which I found by chance the other day in an old book called the _Ancren Riwle.