"God! Sir Richard, and must that then be done ?" "Ay, in very truth, Anthony, or there comes no copyhold in thy way," replied his inflexible associate.
"I always foresaw it would land there!" said Foster.

"But how, Sir Richard, how ?--for not to win the world would I put hands on her." "I cannot blame thee," said Varney; "I should be reluctant to do that myself.

We miss Alasco and his manna sorely--ay, and the dog Lambourne." "Why, where tarries Lambourne ?" said Anthony.
"Ask no questions," said Varney, "thou wilt see him one day if thy creed is true.

But to our graver matter.

I will teach thee a spring, Tony, to catch a pewit.