“He was gobbling mincemeat, meatbone, bread, cheese, and pork pie, all at once: staring distrustfully while he did so at the mist all round us, and often stopping—even stopping his jaws—to listen. Some real or fancied sound, some clink upon the river or breathing of beast upon the marsh, now gave him a start, and he said, suddenly,—”
“He said that there were no traces upon the ground round the body. He did not observe any. but I did - some little distance off, but fresh and clear""Footprints?"
“Sometimes he felt her watching him in return. Studying him. Once he heard her breathing stop, then start then stop again. 'What is it?' he asked, and she frowned a little. I'm trying to breathe with you.”
“But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.”
“A boy with Somebody-else's pork pie! Stop him!”
“When a person is clubbed violently on the head, he collapses and stops breathing. Some day, he will stop breathing anyway.”