It is of no use, though; he will have to wait his turn." "I'm sorry, sir," said Sandy, without looking up.
"Then there's Carter Nelson encouraging him in his feeling against me.

It seems that Nelson wants the fellow to drive for him at the fall trots, and he has given me no end of trouble about getting him off.
What an insolent fellow Nelson is! He talked very ugly in my office yesterday, and made various threats about making me regret any interference.

I wouldn't have stood it from any one else; but Carter is hardly responsible.

I have watched him from the time he was born.
He came into the world with a mortal illness, and I doubt if he ever had a well day in his life.

He's a degenerate, Sandy; he's bearing the sins of a long line of dissolute ancestors.