You are a first-rate judge of horse-flesh, and I want your opinion.

So, consider yourself engaged for a flying trip to Mount Airy." "You are a tempter," said Wilkinson, laughing.
"Oh, no.

A friend, who will give health to your veins, and life to your spirit." "Let me see," said Wilkinson, now turning his thoughts upon his business--"if there isn't something special that requires my attention.
Yes," he added, after thinking for a few moments--"a customer promised to be in after dinner.

He is from the country, and bought a good bill last season.

You will have to excuse me, Carlton.