"Dawg-_gone!_" he cried.

"Now, if we had something wet, eh?
These pants is cut purpose for a brace of form-fittin' flasks, but I left 'em in the room on account of you not drinkin', Mr.Gray." "Miss Montague," the elder man exclaimed, "I am not a kill-joy and I hastily resent Buddy's accusation.

I have pursued folly as far as any man of my years." "I bet him that you were a good fellow," the girl said, with a smile.
"Exactly! Abstinence comes as much from old age as from principle, and I am in my very prime.

With all vigor I defend myself against the odious charge of virtuousness.

Dyspepsia alone accounts for it." "You don't object to drinking ?" "A wiser man than I has said, 'There are many things which we can afford to forget which it is yet well to learn.' I have had my day.