I really beg pardon, I do upon my soul.

I feel I have smashed down all decency, I am horrid ashamed of myself.' Well, he won't say you hante rode the high hoss, and done the unhandsum thing, because it wouldn't be true if he did; but he'll say, 'Pray be seated.

I can make allowances, Sir, even for intemperate zeal.
And this is a very important subject, very indeed.

There is a monstrous deal in what you say, though you have, I must say, rather a peculiar, an unusual, way of puttin' it.' Don't you stay another minit though, nor say another word, for your life; but bow, beg pardon, hold in your breath, that your face may look red, as if you was blushin', and back out, starn fust.

Whenever you make an impression on a man, stop; your reasonin' and details may ruin you.