But you will think me selfish if I even hint at any condition of any kind.

Every body I have ever met with likes me, except Miss Castlewood." As he spoke he glanced down his fine amber-colored beard, shining in the sun, and even in the sun showing no gray hair (for a reason which Mrs.
Hockin told me afterward), and he seemed to think it hard that a man with such a beard should be valued lightly.
"I do not see why we should talk," I said, "about either likes or dislikes.

Only, if you have any thing to tell, I shall be very much obliged to you." This gentleman looked at me in a way which I have often observed in England.

A general idea there prevails that the free and enlightened natives of the West are in front of those here in intelligence, and to some extent, therefore, in dishonesty.

But there must be many cases where the two are not the same.
"No," I replied, while he was looking at his buttons, which had every British animal upon them; "I mean nothing more than the simple thing I say.