A very good lass is my wife--far too good for me.

And the little rascal--well, I don't know how to say it, but he sort of comes round you.

If I were to go, sir, it would be hard on my poor girl--main hard on her!' 'Ay, you must feel bitter hardly to the rogue that laid you here,' said Archer.
'Why, no, sir, more against Engleton and the passengers,' replied the guard.

'He played his hand, if you come to look at it; and I wish he had shot worse, or me better.

And yet I'll go to my grave but what I covered him,' he cried.