I didn't know, before, that you were as cautious a man as that." "Does your satire find nothing sacred, Martin ?" returned the other, "not even the Honorable Kedge Halloway ?" "I wouldn't presume," replied old Tom, "to make light of the catastrophe that overtook the heedless fly.

When Halloway went on to other subjects I was so busy picturin' the last moments of that closin' life, stuck there in the fly-paper, I couldn't listen to him.

But there's no use dwellin' on a sorrow we can't help.

Look at the moon; it's full enough to cheer us up." They had emerged from the court-house and paused on the street as the stream of townsfolk divided and passed by them to take different routes leading from the Square.

Not far away, some people were getting into a buckboard.