I've naught against you, for my part.

But they say it will come to that, if you don't turn Little up." "Why, what's his fault?
Come now; you are a man.

Speak up." "Nay, I've no quarrel with the man.

But he isn't straight with the trade." "That is the secretaries' fault, not mine," said Henry.

"They can't see I've brought a new trade in, that hurts no old trade, and will spread, and bring money into the town." "We are not so -- -- soft as swallow that," said the bloated smith.
"Thou's just come t' Hillsborough to learn forging, and when thou'st mastered that, off to London, and take thy -- -- trade with thee." Henry colored to the brow at the inferior workman's vanity and its concomitant, detraction.