Won't you tell me where you live?
I must see you again; and perhaps I could help you.

I--I paint a little myself.' 'I may be in the Park to-morrow, if there is no working light.

I walk from the Marble Arch down and back again; that is my little excursion.
But of course I shall see you again.' She stepped into the omnibus and was swallowed up by the fog.
'Well--I--am--damned!' exclaimed Dick, and returned to the chambers.
Torpenhow and the Nilghai found him sitting on the steps to the studio door, repeating the phrase with an awful gravity.
'You'll be more damned when I'm done with you,' said the Nilghai, upheaving his bulk from behind Torpenhow's shoulder and waving a sheaf of half-dry manuscript.

'Dick, it is of common report that you are suffering from swelled head.' 'Halloo, Nilghai.

Back again?
How are the Balkans and all the little Balkans?
One side of your face is out of drawing, as usual.' 'Never mind that.