"You look puzzled," he added; "you look almost frightened." "It IS a pity," said Newman, "that I don't understand you.

I shall lose some very good jokes." "I told you, you remember, that we were very strange people," Bellegarde went on.

"I give you warning again.

We are! My mother is strange, my brother is strange, and I verily believe that I am stranger than either.
You will even find my sister a little strange.

Old trees have crooked branches, old houses have queer cracks, old races have odd secrets.
Remember that we are eight hundred years old!" "Very good," said Newman; "that's the sort of thing I came to Europe for.