She smells the devil in me." "More like, the brandy," his father responded.
"Well! I'm on the road, I'm on the road!" Robert fetched a sigh.
"I didn't make the road," said his father.
"No, sir; you didn't.

Work hard: sleep sound that's happiness.

I've known it for a year.

You're the man I'd imitate, if I could.

The devil came first the brandy's secondary.