What's more, Mary, I've been introduced to old Nick himself, and can testify, from personal experience, to the correctness of Shakspeare's opinion that the prince of darkness is a gentleman." "And now you are going to stay at home ?" asked the Doctor.
"Well, if you'll take me in, daddy, I'll send for my traps from London, and stay a month or so." "A month!" cried the forlorn father.
"Well, daddy, you see, there is a chance of more fighting in Mexico, and I shall see such practice there; beside meeting old friends who were with me in Texas.

And--and I've got a little commission, too, down in Georgia, that I should like to go and do." "What is that ?" "Well,--it's a long story and a sad one: but there was a poor Yankee surgeon with the army in Circassia--a Southerner, and a very good fellow; and he had taken a fancy to some coloured girl at home--poor fellow, he used to go half mad about her sometimes, when he was talking to me, for fear she should have been sold--sent to the New Orleans market, or some other devilry; and what could I say to comfort him?
Well, he got his mittimus by one of Schamyl's bullets; and when he was dying, he made me promise (I hadn't the heart to refuse) to take all his savings, which he had been hoarding for years for no other purpose, and see if I couldn't buy the girl, and get her away to Canada.

I was a fool for promising.

It was no concern of mine; but the poor fellow wouldn't die in peace else.

So what must be, must." "Oh, go! go!" said Mary.