"I could not forgive coppers"; that 's quoting your dad.
I have no wish to see the uxorious object, though you praise him.

His habit of falling under the table is middling old-fashioned; but she may like him the better, or she may cure him.

Whatever she is as a woman, she was a very nice girl to enliven the atmosphere of the switch.

I sometimes look at a portrait I have of J.R., which, I fancy, Mrs.
William Bulsted has no right to demand of me; but supposing her husband thinks he has, why then I must consult my brother officers.

We want a war, old Richie, and I wish you were sitting at our mess, and not mooning about girls and women.' I presumed from this that Heriot's passion for Julia was extinct.