Mr Deane's quite right: he always said you would have your own way, even if you knew you were wrong." "But I am so sure, Cinder--I am indeed," cried the lad, piteously.

"It is this way--it is indeed! Oh, do strike a light!" "There now! I'm going to show you how wrong you are," said Vince triumphantly.
"Not now: let's get out of this dreadful place." "'Tisn't a dreadful place; it's only you scaring yourself about nothing, same as I did.

It's this way.

Come along." "Yes, I'll come," said Mike meekly; "only don't go far, and then let's get back.

But do strike a light." "What for?
There's no need.