“Oh yes. Draw your hem back from my mud, little sister.”
“That your eyes are like bits of sky seen through the leaves. And that, like the rain washes the mud from the leaves, you... how did he say it? Oh yes. That you wash the darkness from the world.”
“I'll swap you my dad," I said."Oh-oh," said my little sister.”
“Oh dire, dreadful death, you drag your heels.Why dawdle and draw back? You drown my heart.”
“Speaking of lunacy,' remarked Pyrgus later, 'are you in love with my sister?'Oh, yes!' Henry said at once.”
“...Poor Sonya! What a little gold-mine they've managed to get hold of there! And profit from! Oh yes, they draw their profits from it! And they've got used to it. They wept at first, but now they are used to it. Men are scoundrels, they can get used to anything!”