What a comical idea to have built it like that! He did not like the church, the singular shape of it, the steeple in that position instead of where it should have been.
Orango and Remus came and sat down by us in the ripening sun of evening.
Far away we saw the explosion of a shell, like a white shrub.

We chuckled at the harmless shot in the hazy distance and Remus made a just observation.

"As long as it's not dropped here, you might say as one doesn't mind, eh, s'long as it's dropped somewhere else, eh ?" At that moment a cloud of dirty smoke took shape five hundred yards away at the foot of the village, and a heavy detonation rolled up to where we were.
"They're plugging the bottom of the village," Orango laconically certified.
Margat, still ruminating his grievance, cried, "'Fraid it's not on the grocers it's dropped, that crump, seeing he lives right at the other end.

More's the pity.

He charges any old price he likes and then he says to you as well, 'If you're not satisfied, my lad, you can go to hell.' Ah, more's the pity!" He sighed, and resumed.