I was only a clockmaker then, and I suppose he wouldn't have dirtied the tip eend of his white glove with me then, any more than I would sile mine with him now, and very expensive and troublesome things them white gloves be too; there is no keepin' of them clean.

For my part, I don't see why a man can't make his own skin as clean as a kid's, any time; and if a feller can't be let shake hands with a gall except he has a glove on, why ain't he made to cover his lips, and kiss thro' kid skin too.
"But to get back to the kurnel, and it's a pity he hadn't had a glove over his mouth, that's a fact.

Well, he went home to England with his regiment, and one night when he was dinin' among some first chop men, nobles and so on, they sot up considerable late over their claret; and poor thin cold stuff it is too, is claret.

A man _may_ get drowned in it, but how the plague he can get drunk with it is dark to me.

It's like every thing else French, it has no substance in it; it's nothin' but red ink, that's a fact.