Ha! ha! ha! ain't it rich?
Don't it cut six inches on the rib of clear shear, that.
Oh! it's han_sum_, that's a fact." "It's no use to talk about it, Mr.Slick," I replied; "I plead guilty.
You took me in then.

You touched a weak point.

You insensibly flattered my vanity, by assenting to my self-sufficiency, in supposing I was exempt from that universal frailty of human nature; you "_threw the Lavender_" well." "I did put the leake into you, Squire, that's a fact," said he; "but let me alone, I know what I am about; let me talk on, my own way.

Swaller what you like, spit out what is too strong for you; but don't put a drag-chain on to me, when I am a doin' tall talkin', and set my wheels as fast as pine stumps.

You know me, and I know you.