It'd be a comfort to any man.

It's the most luxurious leg I ever came across.

If bliss ever kin be reached by a man this side of the tomb, it belongs to the person that gets that leg on and feels the consciousness creeping over his soul that it is his.
Consequently, I say that when I offer it to you I'm doing a personal favor; and I think I see you jump at the chance and want to clinch the bargain before I mention--you'll hardly believe it, I know--that I'll actually knock that leg down to you at four hundred dollars.

Four hundred, did I say?
I meant six hundred; but let it stand.

I never back out when I make an offer; but it's just throwing that leg away--it is, indeed." "But I don't want an artificial leg," said Brown.
"The beautiful thing about the limb," said the stranger, pulling up his trousers and displaying the article, "is that it is reliable.