Well, Ay'm tarnished, but Ay'm sorry." "Always stops with you ?" inquired the doctor.
"Yes, has all his life.

There's the little back parlour and the bedroom behind it always kept for him." "Well, you are going on very nicely.

Now for the wrist." The captain winced a little and swore a good deal while his wrist was under manipulation.

It evidently pained him more than the broken leg.
"What the blazes are your about, doctor?
Leave it alone--do." "Come, come, now that's all over.

You must mind and keep it very quiet.