I'm holding out my hand for a shake, and my arm's beginning to ache." "Don't--don't!" said Mike now, in a low voice, full of the misery the lad felt.

"I feel as if you were jumping on me for what I did." "Do you?
Well, I'm not going to jump on you.

Come, I have got you to speak at last, and there's an end of it.

I say, Ladle, it's too stupid for us two to be out now, when we want to talk about how we're stuck here." "I feel as if I can't speak to you," said Mike huskily.
"More stupid you.

Didn't I tell you it's all over now?
You were in a passion, and so was I.