1 Counting servants, eighteen in family.
2 The family was not a family in the presence of strangers.
3 The play was over, the strangers gone, and they were alone--the family.
4 Her family, she told the old man in the arm-chair, had lived near Liskeard for many centuries.
5 Candish, with his curved brush had swept the crumbs; had spared the petals and finally left the family to dessert.
6 Which, for a tenderer-hearted man never lived, he would have brought back with him, Sir, to mend the family fortunes, Sir.
7 To be sure, I hope I'm right, for I had a cousin who married a girl of that name, and as a friend of the family, we don't stand on ceremony.
8 The Olivers, who had bought the place something over a century ago, had no connection with the Warings, the Elveys, the Mannerings or the Burnets; the old families who had all intermarried, and lay in their deaths intertwisted, like the ivy roots, beneath the churchyard wall.