Gives me the creeps--with his black face and white eyes and all.

You won't _encourage_ the child at it, will you, Sir?
And his poor Mother the gentlest soul that ever stepped.

Swords! Where he gets his notions _I_ can't think (though I know where he gets his language, poor lamb!).

Look at _that_ thing, Sir! For all the world like the dressed-up folk have on the stage or in pictures." "You haven't let him see any books, I suppose, Nurse ?" asked the Major.
"No, Sir.

Never a book has the poor lamb seen, except those you've brought.