Going for seven ten--a cruel sacrifice--there's action for you--playful beast.' Here the devil had stumbled and nearly killed a basket-woman with two children.
"'Eight,' said I, with a loud voice.
"'Eight pounds, quite absurd,' said Dycer, almost rudely; 'a charger like that for eight pounds--going for eight pounds--going--nothing above eight pounds--no reserve, gentlemen, you are aware of that.

They are all as it were, his majesty's stud--no reserve whatever--last time, eight pounds -- gone.' "Amid a very hearty cheer from the mob--God knows why--but a Dublin mob always cheer--I returned, accompanied by a ragged fellow, leading my new purchase after me with a bay halter.

'What is the meaning of those letters,' said I, pointing to a very conspicuous G.R.with sundry other enigmatical signs, burned upon the animal's hind quarter.
"'That's to show he was a po-lice,' said the fellow with a grin; 'and whin ye ride with ladies, ye must turn the decoy side.' "The auspicious morning at last arrived; and strange to say that the first waking thought was of the unlucky day that ushered in my yachting excursion, four years before.

Why this was so, I cannot pretend to guess; there was but little analogy in the circumstances, at least so far as any thing had then gone.

'How is Marius ?' said I to my servant, as he opened my shutters.