We've lost the game--there 's no reckoning the luck.

If there's a chance, it's this way.

It smells a trick.

He and she--by all the devils! It has been done in my family--might have been done again.
Tell the men on the plain they can drive home.

There's a hundred-pound weight on your tongue for silence.' Cumnock cried: 'But we needn't be parting, Dolf! Stick together.