You're not very particular as to your customers, and I don't ask you any questions about them.
Ring the bell, Runciman, please." The bell was rung, and the two new-comers ordered their liquor.
It was quite right that Ned Botsey should be put down.

Every one in the room felt that.

But there was something in the attorney's tone which made the assembled company feel that he had undertaken Goarly's case; whereas, in the opinion of the company, Goarly was a scoundrel with whom Mr.Masters should have had nothing to do.

The attorney had never been a sporting man himself, but he had always been, as it were, on that side.
"Goarly is a great fool for his pains," said the doctor.

"He has had a very fair offer made him, and, first or last, it'll cost him forty pounds." "He has got it into his head," said the landlord, "that he can sue Lord Rufford for his fences.