| Mr Hardman, I'm sorry, but your view of Little Lever is very different from mine. I took off my rose-coloured glasses a long time ago. |
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| With my pulse racing, I checked their results against mine. Our figures and graphs agreed to within three decimal places. |
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| I'm sorry, your forebears must have lived in a parallel universe to mine. Is this the Victorian age of the Little Match Girl? |
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| Your temper is as bad as mine. You've shed blood enough in your time, and need not rail at me. |
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| Mine. I promised to care for her, in sickness and in health, and she promised not to die again without ample warning. |
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| If there is some take on that side, then there may be able to be some more give on mine. I was struck by the concept of futurity in both your poetry and criticism. |
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| None of the quarrymen were intimate friends of mine. I had a nodding acquaintance with them. |
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| He's part lofer, Jean. His mother was a favorite shepherd dog of mine. His father was a big timber wolf that took us two years to kill. |
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| Names are fascinating, aren't they? I love mine. I think my parents had very good taste calling us Peter and Paula and Melinda. |
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| My class was wearing butter-yellow pique dresses, and Momma launched out on mine. She smocked the yoke into tiny crisscrossing puckers, then shirred the rest of the bodice. |
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