"Yes, that comes two sentences below—
"Confronted with these evidences of decay, the visitor instinctively exclaims to himself, 'If these grey old walls could speak, what a tale might they not unfold!'—"
"Confronted with these evidences of decay, the visitor instinctively exclaims to himself, 'If these grey old walls could speak, what a tale might they not unfold!'—"
"So he've put that in again? There's what you might call a sameness about Benny, though he do write different to anybody else."
"And here are more dates, and an epitaph from one of the tombstones in the churchyard! Indeed, Mr."—
"Salt. Tobias Salt—and by natur'."
"Indeed, Mr. Salt, I can't write a letter like this. To begin with, I haven't the knowledge."
"The Lord forbid!"
"But I suppose your wife likes to read about these things?"
"She can't read a word, bless you. She gets the parson to spell it out to her, or the seamen's missionary. Yarmouth our home is."