"We must give up the farm, my dear," replied her uncle sadly, "and wander away into the world to work for our living."

"The day isn't far away, now," her uncle sadly replied.

"You sent me on a wild goose chase," my uncle replied.

"Or perhaps you are right and we were the pawns, moved by the hand of fate," her uncle replied.

"Tomorrow be it," replied my uncle, with a deep sigh.

You must take another day's rest, and we shall be ready to go on board by tomorrow," replied my uncle, with a peculiar smile.

"You are right," replied my uncle, "he can never have been checked by a lump of rock."

"That's a mild way of putting it," her uncle replied.

"Brendan Drake was a good man," her uncle quietly replied.

"I am a scientist," my uncle replied slowly, speaking each word clearly and distinctly.