She's the good angel of this miserable frog-hole of a town.

You'd like her yourself, if you'd straighten up and quit burning tow in your brain all the time.

You're always so furious about something that you never have a chance to be just to yourself, or pleasant to anybody else." Hamilton turned fiercely on Helm, but a glimpse of the Captain's broad good-humored face heartily smiling, dispelled his anger.

There was no ground upon which to maintain a quarrel with a person so persistently genial and so absurdly frank.

And in fact Hamilton was not half so bad as his choleric manifestations seemed to make him out.