'I'm afraid there an't much good in em.' 'And Hugh ?' said Mr Chester, turning to him.
'Not I,' he answered.

'I know his'-- pointing to Barnaby--'they're well enough.

He sings 'em sometimes in the straw.

I listen.' 'He's quite a animal, sir,' John whispered in his ear with dignity.
'You'll excuse him, I'm sure.

If he has any soul at all, sir, it must be such a very small one, that it don't signify what he does or doesn't in that way.