Never in his life had he been drunk.

He prided himself upon his power of resistance.

It was his nature.
"Say!" exclaimed old Broderson, gravely addressing the company, pulling at his beard uneasily--"say! I--I--listen! I'm a devil of a fellow with the girls." He wagged his head doggedly, shutting his eyes in a knowing fashion.

"Yes, sir, I am.

There was a young lady in Ukiah--that was when I was a lad of seventeen.