"Well, we all go together--that's some consolation." "Good-bye, West," said the general.

"Be a good husband to Gabriel, and give my poor wife a home.

I don't think she will trouble you long.
Good-bye! God bless you!" "Look here, General," I said, peremptorily breaking off a piece of wood to make communication more easy, "this sort of thing has been going on too long.

What are these hints and allusions and innuendoes?
It is time we had a little plain speaking.

What is it you fear?
Out with it! Are you in dread of these Hindoos?
If you are, I am able, on my father's authority, to have them arrested as rogues and vagabonds." "No, no, that would never do," he answered, shaking his head.