She said, without emotion, "It's all right.

It isn't any matter.

You deserve it for something you've done that I didn't know about; and if you haven't done it, why then you deserve it for something that you are going to do, that I sha'n't hear about." There was a stairway outside the house, which led up to the rear part of the second story.

One day Henry was sent on an errand, and he took a tin bucket along.

I knew he would have to ascend those stairs, so I went up and locked the door on the inside, and came down into the garden, which had been newly ploughed and was rich in choice firm clods of black mold.
I gathered a generous equipment of these, and ambushed him.