`And what are those golden rocks like when you stand under them?' she once asked.
A capital error which led this family to lay its hand once more on the guarantees "granted" in 1814, on the concessions, as it termed them.
During the three months that Vronsky had spent abroad with Anna, he had always on meeting new people asked himself how the new person would look at his relations with Anna, and for the most part, in men, he had met with the `proper' way of looking at it. But if he had been asked, and those who looked at it `properly' had been asked exactly how they did look at it, both he and they would have been greatly puzzled to answer.
Oh, you wanna know the caption I had in mind, there? 'Barber cuts in'--huh?
"Use the chicken then, the toughness won't matter in a salad," advised his wife.
‘Well, I don't know,’ Hermione admitted. ‘That is a bit odd ...’
Slughorn said, half irritably, half proudly, “Two. Didn't hear my Intruder Charm go off, I was taking a bath. Still,” he added sternly, seeming to pull himself back together again, “the fact remains that I'm an old man, Albus. A tired old man who's earned the right to a quiet life and a few creature comforts.”
"But how did you manage it, little pa?