Have you seen the kick and tug at the straps of the mettled pony in stables that betrays the mishandling of him by his groom?
Something so did Fleetwood plunge and dart to be free of her, and his desperate soul cried out on her sticking to him like a plaster! Welcome were the constables.

His guineas winked at their chief, as fair women convey their meanings, with no motion of eyelids; and the officers of the law knew the voice habituated to command, and answered two words of his: 'Right, my lord,' smelling my lord in the unerring manner of those days.

My lord's party were escorted to the gates, not a little jeered; though they by no means had the worst of the tussle.

But the puffing indignation of Sir Meesan Corby over his battered hat and torn frill and buttons plucked from his coat, and his threat of the magistrates, excited the crowd to derisive yells.
My lord spoke something to his man, handing his purse.
The ladies were spared the hearing of bad language.

They, according to the joint testimony of M.de St.Ombre and Mr.Rose Mackrell, comported themselves throughout as became the daughters of a warrior race.