Tell him if he means to cut me dead, he might break it gently." "Raby," said Mrs Rimbolt, as her niece, with a smile, started on his majesty's errand, "I do not choose for you to go looking about for Mr Jeffreys.

There is a bell in the room, and Walker can do it if required.

It is unseemly in a young lady." "One would think old Jeff was a wild beast or a nigger by the way you talk," said Percy complainingly.

"All I know is, if it hadn't been for him, you'd all have been in deep mourning now, instead of having tea up here with me." "It is quite possible, Percy," said his mother, "for a person--" "Person!" interrupted the boy.

"Jeff's not a person; he's a gentleman.
As good as any of us, only he hasn't got so much money." "I fear, Percy, your illness has not improved your good manners.