And I say, too, let the gentleman give him satisfaction." "Hear! hear!" cried several.
"And if the gentleman refuse to give him satisfaction in a fair stand-up fight, I say he ain't a gentleman, and deserves to be treated as such.
My objection's personal.

I don't like any man who spoils sport, and ne'er a rascally vulpeci' spoils sport as he do, since he's been down in our parts again.

I'll take another brimmer, Mrs.Boulby." "To be sure you will, Stephen," said Mrs.Boulby, bending as in a curtsey to the glass; and so soft with him that foolish fellows thought her cowed by the accusation thrown at her favourite.
"There's two questions about they valpecies, Master Stephen," said Farmer Wainsby, a farmer with a grievance, fixing his elbow on his knee for serious utterance.

"There's to ask, and t' ask again.

Sport, I grant ye.