Hats off, fellows, at the name of your king! Mary, my dear, the most daring villain, the devil's own son, has just run up here--scarcely two minutes--you must have seen him.

Wait a minute; tell no lies--excuse me, I mean fibs.

Your father is the right sort.

He hates those scoundrels.

In the name of his Majesty, which way is he gone ?" "Was it--oh, was it a man, if you please?
Captain Carroway, don't say so." "A man?
Is it likely that we shot at a woman?
You are trifling.