It's a thousand pities to hang so pretty a fellow.

There haven't been so many ladies in the Lodge since the days of Claude Du Val, the gentleman highwayman; and they all declare it'll break their hearts if he's scragged." "Bah!" ejaculated Marvel, gruffly.
"You think our sex has no feeling, I suppose, Sir," cried Mrs.Spurling, indignantly; "but I can tell you we have.

And, what's more, I tell you, if Captain Sheppard _is_ hanged, you need never hope to call _me_ Mrs.
Marvel." "'Zounds!" cried the executioner, in astonishment.

"Do you know what you are talking about, Mrs.Spurling?
Why, if Captain Sheppard should get off, it 'ud be fifty guineas out of my way.

There's the grand laced coat he wore at his trial, which I intend for my wedding-dress." "Don't mention such a thing, Sir," interrupted the tapstress.