“I'm afraid it's not much use to you, Mr. Rumblebuffin.'Not at all. Not at all.' said the giant politely. 'Never met a nicer hankerchee.”

“You once said you had studied at the university," said Eve shyly. "What did you stufy, please?"Azalea blushed. It was all right for the girls to interrogate normal gentlemen, but this was the one she wanted to keep."Ah," said Mr. Bradford, coloring as well. "Politics, actually. Some philosophy, and sciences. But...mostly politics, I'm afraid.”

“Blowed if I ain't all in a muck sweat,' said the Giant, puffing like the largest railway engine. 'Comes of being out of condition. I suppose neither of you young Ladies has such a thing as a pocket-hankerchee about you?”

“He bawled up at the giant, 'Hi! You up there...what's your name?'Giant Rumblebuffin, if you please, your honor...”

“I'm afraid I don't read as much as I ought to," said Maggie."We're all afraid of something," Trout replied. "I'm afraid of cancer and rats and Doberman pinschers.”

“All women are many women! I'm afraid you've never known very much about women.”