"I'm a fiddler, not a fighting man, Captain." "Pooh, you've no spirit, sir," roared the General.

"I'll be my own second, if no one will stand by and see me injured.

And I'll take my case of pistols and shoot 'um in the Coffee-room of the George." "And so poor Arthur has no money ?" sighed out Miss Costigan, rather plaintively.

"Poor lad, he was a good lad too: wild and talking nonsense, with his verses and pothry and that, but a brave, generous boy, and indeed I liked him--and he liked me too," she added, rather softly, and rubbing away at the shoe.
"Why don't you marry him if you like him so ?" Mr.Bows said, rather savagely.

"He is not more than ten years younger than you are.