I am not, nor shall I be, his enemy.
I'll trouble you, as you're near it, to touch the bell till George gets the horse.

I am going up to his father's, now.

Shall I tell him that John Wallace is discarded; that he will be received with smiles, and that--" "How can you be so foolish, Harry ?" "Well, good-bye, at any rate.

You are perfectly capable of deciding for yourself, Maria." "I trust so," she replied.

"There's George with your horse now." "It's a blue look-up, Master Hycy," said Clinton to himself as he took his way to Burke's.