Don't our liners fetch over, every trip, fellers that cut and run from England, with their fobs filled with other men's money?
Ain't there lords in this country that know how to "repudiate" as well as ring-tail-roarers in ourn.

So come now, don't throw stones till you put your window-shutters to, or you may stand a smart chance of gettin' your own glass broke, that's a fact.' "And then, Squire, jist look at the carriages.

I'll bet you a goose and trimmin's you can't find their ditto nowhere.

They _are_ carriages, and no mistake, that's a fact.

Look at the hosses, the harness, the paint, the linin's, the well-dressed, lazy, idle, infarnal hansum servants, (these rascals, I suspicion, are picked out for their looks), look at the whole thing all through the piece, take it, by and large, stock, lock, and barrel, and it's the dandy, that's a fact.