Does the cap fit or not, Brother Jonathan ?" Mr.Gundry was leaning back in his own corner, with a favorite pipe, carved by himself, reposing on his waistcoat.

And being thus appealed to, he looked up and rubbed his eyes as if he had been dozing, though he never had been more wide awake, as I, who knew his attitudes, could tell.

And my eyes filled with tears of love and shame, for I knew by the mere turn of his chin that he never would surrender me.
"Stranger," he said, in a most provoking drawl, "a hard day's work tells its tale on me, you bet.

You do read so bootiful, you read me hard asleep.

And the gutturals of that furrin English is always a little hard to catch.