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'Wot job?' said the long-legged young man. ¡¡¡¡'To move a box,' I answered. ¡¡¡¡'Wot box?' said the long-legged young man. ¡¡¡¡I told him mine, which was down that street there, and which I wanted him to take to the Dover coach office for sixpence. ¡¡¡¡'Done with you for a tanner!' said the long-legged young man, and directly got upon his cart, which was nothing but a large wooden tray on wheels, and rattled away at such a rate, that it was as much as I could do to keep pace with the donkey. ¡¡¡¡There was a defiant manner about this young man,
and particularly about the way in which he chewed straw as he spoke to me, that I did not much like; as the bargain was made, however, I took him upstairs to the room I was leaving, and we brought the box down, and put it on his cart. Now, I was unwilling to put the direction-card on there, lest any of my landlord's family should fathom what I was doing, and detain me; so I said to the young man that I would be glad if he would

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When this dreadful exordium was over, and Tungay had stumped out again, Mr. Creakle came to where I sat, and told me that if I were famous for biting, he was famous for biting, too. He then showed me the cane, and asked me what I thought of THAT, for a tooth? Was it a sharp tooth, hey? Was it a double tooth, hey? Had it a deep prong, hey? Did it bite, hey? Did it bite? At every question he gave me a fleshy cut with it that made me writhe;
so I was very soon made free of Salem House (as Steerforth said), and was very soon in tears also. ¡¡¡¡Not that I mean to say these were special marks of distinction, which only I received. On the contrary, a large majority of the boys (especially the smaller ones) were visited with similar instances of notice, as Mr. Creakle made the round of the schoolroom. Half the establishment was writhing and crying, before the day's work began; and how much of it had writhed and cried before the day's work was over, I am really afraid to recollect, lest I should seem to exaggerat

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He thanked Rose genially and went downstairs again.
　　Canon Pennyfather! Something of an enigma, CanonPennyfather. Talked a lot about going to Switzerland, muddled up things so that he didn't go to Switzerland, came back to his hotel so secretly that nobody saw him,left it again in the early hours of the morning. (To go where? To do what?)
　　Could absent-mindedness account for all this?
　　If not, then what was Canon Pennyfather up to? Andmore important, where was he?
　　From the staircase, Father cast a jaundiced eye overthe occupants of the lounge, and wondered whether anyone was what they seemed to be. Hehad got to that stage! Elderly people, middle-aged people (nobody very young) niceold-fashioned people, nearly all well-to-do, all highly respectable. Service

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A lot of strange mistakes do occur," said Mr. Bollard. He smiled at her in an avuncular manner. "We won't think of it any more. But don't do it again, though." He laughed with the airof one making a genial little joke.
　　"Oh no," said Elvira, "I shall be terribly careful in future."
　　She smiled at him, turned and left the shop.
　　"Now I wonder," saidMr. Bollard to himself, "I really do wonder…”
　　One of his partners, who had been standing near,moved nearer to him.
　　"So she did take it?" hesaid.
　　"Yes. She took it all right," said Mr. Bollard.
　　"But she brought it back," his partner pointed out.
　　"She brought it back," agreedMr. Bollard. "I didn't actuallyexpect that."
　　"You mean you didn'texpect her to bring it back?"
　　"No, not if it was she who'd taken it."

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Miss Marple smiled to herself as she waited for thelift to come down. So like Selina! Always convinced that she knew everybody. She herselfcould not compete. Her solitary achievement in that line had been the handsome andwell-gaitered Bishop of Westchester whom she had addressed affectionately as "dear Robbie" and who had responded with equalaffection and with memories of himself as a child in a Hampshire vicarage calling outlustily "Be a crocodile now, Auntie Janie. Be a crocodile andeat me."
　　The lift came down, the uniformed middle-aged manthrew open the door. Rather to Miss Marple's surprise thealighting passenger was Bess Sedgwick whom she had seen go up only a minute or two before.

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The debate wound down, leaving finally another quiet moment in the hut.Leia's respirations quieted, too, in resonance; and with an air of confident serenity,she made her appeal to the council. "Do it because of the trees," she said. That's all she said. Everyone expected more, but there was no more; only thisshort, oblique outburst. Wicket had been observing these proceedings with increasing concern, from thesidelines. On several occasions it was apparent he was restraining himself with greatdifficulty from entering the council's discourse—but now he jumped to his feet, pacedthe width of the hut several times, finally faced the Elders, and began his ownimpassioned speech. "Eep eep, meep eek squee…" Threepio translated for his friends: "Honorable Elders, we have this night