She--ah--she--might--imagine that you liked her too well,--in fact--ah--" "Certainly, my dear friend, certainly," said the stranger.

"I shall not look at her." Saying this, he turned his nose full upon a small Kaffer of two years old.

That small naked son of Ham became instantly so terrified that he fled to his mother's blanket for protection, howling horribly.
Upon this the newcomer fixed his eyes pensively on the stamp-block, folding his hands on the head of his cane.

His boots were broken, but he still had the cane of a gentleman.
"You vagabonds se Engelschman!" said Tant Sannie, looking straight at him.
This was a near approach to plain English; but the man contemplated the block abstractedly, wholly unconscious that any antagonism was being displayed toward him.
"You might not be a Scotchman or anything of that kind, might you ?" suggested the German.

"It is the English that she hates." "My dear friend," said the stranger, "I am Irish every inch of me--father Irish, mother Irish.