I objected. I don’t know whether it is that I am built wrong, but I never did seem to hanker after tombstones myself.

I'll wait while you've finished painting.

There was the same enforced composure on her face, that there had been when she was dressing; and the wreath upon her head encircled the same cold and steady brow. But it would have been better to have seen its leaves and flowers reft into fragments by her passionate hand, […]

And so we all sat down again, and stared at him and at each other in helpless, hopeless bewilderment, until suddenly a German of the company, an odd fellow full of crotchets, who had lumbered the expedition with a whole sledgeful of private baggage, sprang up, lighted a torch, and darted out of the cavern as though possessed with a new idea.