There had not been this many words sounded in our house for a long time, and it was going to take a while to clean them out.

in all the world there is not someone who does not believe something.

I shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.

We were going to the long field which today looked like an ocean, although I had never seen an ocean; the grass was moving in the breeze and the cloud shadows passed back and forth and the trees in the distance moved.

Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

I came to believe that being a private detective was the work I was meant to do.

I assume then, that you have no real faith in the fondness any of the rest of us may feel for you?''None,' said Mrs. Halloran.