But there you are, and please clap a hundredweight on your appetite for figuring, will you.

Do you think there is any good in helping to Frenchify our army?
I loathe a fellow who shoots at a medal.

I wager he is easy enough to be caught by circumvention--put me in the open with him.

Tom Biggot, the boxer, went over to Paris, and stood in the ring with one of their dancing pugilists, and the first round he got a crack on the chin from the rogue's foot; the second round he caught him by the lifted leg, and punished him till pec was all he could say of peccavi.

Fight the straightforward fight.