"Don't spoil a grand appetite on bread.

Gad! I wish I could fall on my food like that.

You seem to be starving." "I think I forgot to have any breakfast," said Marvin, apologetically.
"I dare say you did!" was the angry retort.

"You always were a bit of an ass, you know, Sep.

But I have ordered a tiptop luncheon, and I'll trouble you not to wolf like that." "Well--well, I'm sorry," said the other, who, even in the far-off days at Ipswich school, had always been in the clouds, while John Turner moved essentially on the earth.
"And do not sell that Nanteuil to the first bidder," went on Turner, with a glance, of which the keenness was entirely disarmed by the good-natured roundness of his huge cheeks.