"Good news! may I come in ?" "Surely," said Phoebe, still troubled and confused by Reginald's strange agitation.
"There! It is a diamond!" screamed Rosa.

"My husband knew it directly.
He knows everything.

If ever you are ill, go to him and nobody else--by the refraction, and the angle, and its being three times and a half as heavy as water.

It is worth three hundred pounds to buy, and a hundred and fifty pounds to sell." "Oh!" "So don't you go throwing it away, as he did.

(In a whisper.) Two teacups?
Was that him?
I have driven him away.