Ay, I know it well; good-by, Charley.

By the Lord, we'll pepper him!" These were the last words of the worthy count as he closed the door behind him, and left me to my own not very agreeable reflections.

Independently of my youth and perfect ignorance of the world, which left me unable to form any correct judgment on my conduct, I knew that I had taken a great deal of wine, and was highly excited when my unhappy collision with Mr.Bodkin occurred.

Whether, then, I had been betrayed into anything which could fairly have provoked his insulting retort or not, I could not remember; and now my most afflicting thought was, what opinion might be entertained of me by those at Blake's table; and above all, what Miss Dashwood herself would think, and what narrative of the occurrence would reach her.

The great effort of my last few days had been to stand well in her estimation, to appear something better in feeling, something higher in principle, than the rude and unpolished squirearchy about me; and now here was the end of it! What would she, what could she, think, but that I was the same punch-drinking, rowing, quarrelling bumpkin as those whom I had so lately been carefully endeavoring to separate myself from?
How I hated myself for the excess to which passion had betrayed me, and how I detested my opponent as the cause of all my present misery.