"I am on a visit to this country and am at present staying at the house of my friend, Mr.John Morton." "He's the gentl'man from Bragton, Dan." "Hold your jaw, can't you ?" said the husband.

Then he touched his hat to the Senator intending to signify that the Senator might, if he pleased, continue his narrative.
"If you did kill that fox, Mr.Goarly, I think you were quite right to kill him." Then Goarly winked at him.

"I cannot imagine that even the laws of England could justify a man in perpetuating a breed of wild animals that are destructive to his neighbours' property." "I could shoot 'un; not a doubt about that, Mister.

I could shoot 'un;--and I wull." "Have a care, Dan," whispered Mrs.Goarly.
"Hold your jaw,--will ye?
I could shoot 'un, Mister.

I don't rightly know about p'ison." "That fox we saw was poisoned I suppose," said the Senator, carelessly.
"Have a care, Dan;--have a care!" whispered the wife.
"Allow me to assure both of you," said the Senator, "that you need fear nothing from me.