"Gie 'em," said one jolly ruddy Hillford man, "gie 'em whack fol, lol!" And he smacked himself, and set toward an invisible partner.
Nor, as recent renowned historians have proved, are observations of this nature beneath the dignity of chronicle.

They vindicate, as they localize, the sincerity of Hillford.
Really, to be an islander full of ale, is to be the kindest creature on or off two legs.

For that very reason, it may be, his wrath at bad blood is so easily aroused.

In our hot moods we would desire things like unto ourselves, and object violently to whatsoever is unlike.

And also we desire that the benefits we shed be appreciated.