He looked at me steadily as I entered, but made no sign of recognition whatever.

I went up to him, after a moment of confusion, and said: 'I beg your pardon, sir.

I am very sorry for what I did, and I hope you will forgive me.' 'I am glad to hear you are sorry, David,' he replied.
The hand he gave me was the hand I had bitten.

I could not restrain my eye from resting for an instant on a red spot upon it; but it was not so red as I turned, when I met that sinister expression in his face.
'How do you do, ma'am ?' I said to Miss Murdstone.
'Ah, dear me!' sighed Miss Murdstone, giving me the tea-caddy scoop instead of her fingers.

'How long are the holidays ?' 'A month, ma'am.' 'Counting from when ?' 'From today, ma'am.' 'Oh!' said Miss Murdstone.