Why, here's the whole quorum." "We will retire, sir, if you wish it." "Not at all.

My orders are to convert you all to Life, Labor, and Capital (Grotait pricked up his ears directly); and, if I succeed, the Devil will be the next to come round, no doubt.

Well, Mr.Grotait, Simmons is on that same grindstone you and I condemned.

And all for a matter of four shillings.

I find that, in your trade, the master provides the stone, but the grinder hangs and races it, which, in one sense, is time lost.