“You have to understand, and help him, dear. Not repair him.”
“Hunting party," Horace saidBoth Halt and Will looked at him sarcastically."You think?" Will said. "Maybe they found the deer and brought him back to repair him.”
“Help him!Help who?Help the bombardier!I’m a bombardier.Help him, help him!Help who?”
“No one understands like JesusWhen the days are dark and grim.No one is so near, so dear as Jesus;Cast your every care on Him.”
“If you do not help me," Tessa said to Jem, "I swear, I will change into you, and I will lift him myself. And then everyone here will see what you look like in a dress." She fixed him with a look. "Do you understand?”
“I think if a man beats you and fucks half the women he sees and no one will help you, axing him isn’t the least understandable thing you can do.”