Oh!" "And kiss me." "There.

Ah! kissing you is a great comfort." "It is one you are particularly welcome to.

Now run away and put on your habit.

I'll have two grooms out; one with a fresh horse for me, and one to look after you." "Oh, Charles! Pray don't make me hunt." "No, no.

Not so tyrannical as that; hang it all!" "Do you know what I do while you are hunting?
I pray all the time that you may not get a fall and be hurt; and I pray God to forgive you and all the gentlemen for your cruelty in galloping with all those dogs after one poor little inoffensive thing, to hunt it and kill it--kill it twice, indeed; once with terror, and then over again with mangling its poor little body." "This is cheerful," said Sir Charles, rather ruefully.