If he wasn't he would not, with four fingers of his right hand shot away, have remained with me on that gun.

In the same way, neither tears nor entreaties nor abuse have induced him to wear a glass eye.

On high days and holidays, whenever he desires to look smart and dashing, he covers the unpleasing orifice with a black shade.

In ordinary workaday life he cares not how much he offends the aesthetic sense.

But the other eye, the sound left eye, is a wonder--the precious jewel set in the head of the ugly toad.