If you had asked me in, I would have come: but as you didn't, I came without asking." "You shameless rascal!" said Cary.

"Come if you were asked, where there was good wine?
I'll warrant you for that!" "Why," said Amyas, "no lad ever had a cake at school but he would dog him up one street and down another all day for the crumbs, the trencher-scraping spaniel!" "Patience, masters!" said Frank.

"That Jack's is somewhat of a gnathonic and parasitic soul, or stomach, all Bideford apple-women know; but I suspect more than Deus Venter has brought him hither." "Deus eavesdropping, then.

We shall have the whole story over the town by to-morrow," said another; beginning at that thought to feel somewhat ashamed of his late enthusiasm.
"Ah, Mr.Frank! You were always the only one that would stand up for me! Deus Venter, quotha?
'Twas Deus Cupid, it was!" A roar of laughter followed this announcement.
"What ?" asked Frank; "was it Cupid, then, who sneezed approval to our love, Jack, as he did to that of Dido and Aeneas ?" But Jack went on desperately.
"I was in the next room, drinking of my beer.

I couldn't help that, could I?
And then I heard her name; and I couldn't help listening then.
Flesh and blood couldn't." "Nor fat either!" "No, nor fat, Mr.Cary.Do you suppose fat men haven't souls to be saved as well as thin ones, and hearts to burst, too, as well as stomachs?
Fat! Fat can feel, I reckon, as well as lean.