If he went on beside him, he observed him with the slyness of an old white fox.

If he went before, he looked back.

When we stood still, he got opposite to him, and drawing his hand across and across his open mouth with a curious expression of a sense of power, and turning up his eyes, and lowering his grey eyebrows until they appeared to be shut, seemed to scan every lineament of his face.
At last, having been (always attended by the cat) all over the house and having seen the whole stock of miscellaneous lumber, which was certainly curious, we came into the back part of the shop.

Here on the head of an empty barrel stood on end were an ink-bottle, some old stumps of pens, and some dirty playbills; and against the wall were pasted several large printed alphabets in several plain hands.
"What are you doing here ?" asked my guardian.
"Trying to learn myself to read and write," said Krook.
"And how do you get on ?" "Slow.

Bad," returned the old man impatiently.