'Bad luck to them for the road-making, and it's a pity, after all, it goes nowhere, for it's the nicest bit to travel in the whole country.' 'Come now, jump up, old fellow, and make your beast step out.

I don't want to pass the night here.' 'You wouldn't have a dhrop of whisky with your honour ?' 'Of course not.' 'Nor even brandy ?' 'No, not even brandy.' 'Musha, I'm thinking you must be English,' muttered he, half sulkily.
'And if I were, is there any great harm in that ?' 'By coorse not; how could ye help it?
I suppose we'd all of us be better if we could.

Sit a bit more forward, your honour; the belly band does be lifting her, and as you're doing nothing, just give her a welt of that stick in your hand, now and then, for I lost the lash off my whip, and I've nothing but this!' And he displayed the short handle of what had once been a whip, with a thong of leather dangling at the end.
'I must say I wasn't aware that I was to have worked my passage,' said Walpole, with something between drollery and irritation.
'She doesn't care for bating--stick her with the end of it.

That's the way.
We'll get on elegant now.

I suppose you was never here before ?' 'No; and I think I can promise you I'll not come again.' 'I hope you will, then, and many a time too.