They are all exactly alike.

It's idiotic nonsense to say they are not." He appeared to be angry with Harris.
"What makes you think so ?" I asked.
"What makes me think so ?" retorted George, now turning upon me.

"Why, look at that damned thing over there!" I said: "What damned thing ?" "Why, that thing," said George; "look at it! There is the same horse with half a tail, standing on its hind legs; the same man without his hat; the same--" Harris said: "You are talking now about the statue we saw in the Ringplatz." "No, I'm not," replied George; "I'm talking about the statue over there." "What statue ?" said Harris.
George looked at Harris; but Harris is a man who might, with care, have been a fair amateur actor.

His face merely expressed friendly sorrow, mingled with alarm.

Next, George turned his gaze on me.