Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies.

My life is one demd horrid grind.

... Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,-they do, thank God!

and, unlike the celebrated herd in the poem, they were not forty children conducting themselves as one, but every child was conducting itself like forty.

I have been, as the phrase is, liberally educated, and am fit for nothing.

Old Marley was dead as a doornail... The wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile.

She was the most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from one story to another was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea.