'Pon my soul, I pity the fox I run down here.

I feel I'm exactly in his case in London.

However, if I can do you any service, Ned--" Edward laughed.

"You might have done me the service of not excusing yourself to the squire when he came here, in such a way as to implicate me." "But I was so tremendously badgered, Ned." "You had a sort of gratification in letting the squire crow over his brother.

And he did crow for a time." "On my honour, Ned, as to crowing! he went away cursing at me.