"Oh! Jack! Jack!--you little know what a price I've paid for you!" "Well, I'm glad those women are gone," remarked Shotbolt.

"Coupling their presence with Jack's speech, I couldn't help fearing some mischief might ensue." "That reminds me he's still at large," returned Ireton.

"Here, Caliban, go and fasten his padlock." "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black.
"Stop, Caliban," interposed Mrs.Spurling, who wished to protract the discovery of the escape as long as possible.

"Before you go, bring me the bottle of pine-apple rum I opened yesterday.

I should like Mr.
Ireton and his friends to taste it.