It wasn't a very ugly one neither.

'What will you have, Bella ?' 'I'd like a watch and chain,' she said, pretending to look a little offended.

'I suppose I may as well ask for a good thing at once.' Starlight pulled out a pocket-book, and, quite solemn and regular, made a note of it.
'It's yours,' he said, 'within a month.

If I cannot conveniently call and present it in person, I'll send it by a sure hand, as they used to say; and now, Jim, boot and saddle.' The horses were out by this time; the groom was walking Rainbow up and down; he'd put a regular French-polish on his coat, and the old horse was arching his neck and chawing his bit as if he thought he was going to start for the Bargo Town Plate.

Jonathan himself was holding our two horses, but looking at him.
'My word!' he said, 'that's a real picture of a horse; he's too good for a--well--these roads; he ought to be in Sydney carrying some swell about and never knowing what a day's hardship feels like.