Lot of the fellows want to whoop up this--" and he held the finger bearing the ring within an inch of Peter's nose.

"And they want you, too, Jack." "No, please let me have him," Peter urged.

Minott, I could see, he did not want; Breen he was determined to have.
"I would love to come, sir, and it's very kind of you to ask me.

There's to be a dance at my uncle's tomorrow night, though I reckon I can be excused.

Would you--would you come to see me instead?
I want you to see my father's portrait.