A thousand pities we couldn't get the coach nearer.

Damn His Majesty King George, say I." "Talk under your breath, Mr.Dorrimore, if you must air your traitorous speeches," whispered Rofflash.

"You don't seem to know that what you've been saying is little short of 'God save King James,' which is treason in any case and doubly dyed treason when uttered in the Royal Park." "Treason or not, I vow that if my coach were more handy it would help us vastly.

Carrying the girl a few yards were an easy matter and a squeal or two of no consequence, but five hundred yards--pest take it." "S'blood, sir, she's no great weight and with so precious a burden in your arms 't'would be but a whet to appetite.

Still, if you're unequal to the task, pray command me.