Ask Sally Salisbury." "Damn Sally Salisbury," cried the fine gentleman in a fury.

"D'ye think I don't know gold from dross?
I'll take my oath no man had touched the lips of that coy little wench before mine did." "By all means keep to that belief, sir.

It won't do you no harm.

Now if you'll take my advice you'll let me drive you to Moll King's and you'll finish the night like a man of mettle and a gentleman." Dorrimore was in a morose and sullen mood.

He wanted bracing up and he adopted Rofflash's suggestion.