Leave it with me, and I'll see what is the matter with it, if there's anything.

I don't think myself there's anything, but I'll take it to Wallace.

He's an analytical chemist, and holds his tongue, which is worth more than the chemistry." "You will not say a word--" began Henry, but Meeks interrupted him.
"Don't you know me well enough by this time ?" he demanded, and Henry admitted that he did.
"Do you suppose I want all this blessed little town in a tumult, and the devil to pay ?" said Meeks.

"It is near time for me to start some daisy wine, too.

I shouldn't have a minute free.