This little slash, across my eyes struck fire, and it does the same now by moonlight." One of the last men in the world to brag was Lieutenant Carroway.
Nothing but the great thirst of this morning, and strong necessity of quenching it, could ever have led him to speak about himself, and remember his own little exploits.

But the farmer was pleased, and said, "Tell us some more, Sir." "Mistress Anerley," the captain answered, shutting up the scar, which he was able to expand by means of a muscle of excitement, "you know that a man should drop these subjects when he has got a large family.

I have been in the Army and the Navy, madam, and now I am in the Revenue; but my duty is first to my own house." "Do take care, Sir; I beg you to be careful.

Those free-traders now are come to such a pitch that any day or night they may shoot you." "Not they, madam.

No, they are not murderers.