A sweet meadow, I know it well; small hillocks, like molehills; all over it.
Caught him at breakfast; I don't think he expected the message to come from us, but said it was a very polite attention,--and so it was, you know." So he continued to ramble on as we once more took our seats in the tax-cart and set out for the ground.
"What are you thinking of, Charley ?" said the count, as I kept silent for some minutes.
"I'm thinking, sir, if I were to kill him, what I must do after." "Right, my boy; nothing like that, but I'll settle all for you.

Upon my conscience, if it wasn't for the chance of his getting into another quarrel and spoiling the election, I'd go back for Godfrey; he'd like to see you break ground so prettily.

And you say you're no shot ?" "Never could do anything with the pistol to speak of, sir," said I, remembering his rebuke of the morning.
"I don't mind that.

You've a good eye; never take it off him after you're on the ground,--follow him everywhere.

Poor Callaghan, that's gone, shot his man always that way.