"I hate the very name of a gentleman;--so I do.

I wish Goarly had killed all the foxes in the county.

Nasty vermin! What good are the likes of them ?" Nickem, the senior clerk, was at first made almost as unhappy as Mrs.
Masters by the weak decision to which his employer had come, and had in the first flush of his anger resolved to leave the office.

He was sure that the case was one which would just have suited him.

He would have got up the evidence as to the fertility of the land, the enormous promise of crop, and the ultimate absolute barrenness, to a marvel.