You quite surprise me, Ned.' 'Well! there are no such things to wound, or heal, or have regard for.

I know your creed, sir, and will say no more,' returned his son.
'There again,' said Mr Chester, sipping his wine, 'you are wrong.

I distinctly say there are such things.

We know there are.

The hearts of animals--of bullocks, sheep, and so forth--are cooked and devoured, as I am told, by the lower classes, with a vast deal of relish.