That's the kind o' girl I go for.

I'd marry her, only two or three other girls would drown themselves, if I did.
I think the above is the longest speech of this young fellow's which I have put on record.

I do not like to change his peculiar expressions, for this is one of those cases in which the style is the man, as M.de Buffon says.

The fact is, the young fellow is a good-hearted creature enough, only too fond of his jokes,--and if it were not for those heat-lightning winks on one side of his face, I should not mind his fun much.] [Some days after this, when the company were together again, I talked a little.] -- I don't think I have a genuine hatred for anybody.

I am well aware that I differ herein from the sturdy English moralist and the stout American tragedian.