They're far more comfortable than these.

Then go to work for me.

And if aught happens to you there I'll give you money--gold enough to leave Utah!" The man choked and stammered, and then, as tears welled into his eyes, he found the use of his tongue and cursed.

No gentle speech could ever have equaled that curse in eloquent expression of what he felt for Jane Withersteen.

How strangely his look and tone reminded her of Lassiter! "No, it won't do," he said, when he had somewhat recovered himself.
"Miss Withersteen, there are things that you don't know, and there's not a soul among us who can tell you." "I seem to be learning many things, Carson.