The stitch in my side was hardly bearable.

At last I began to feel that I could trail myself no farther: and with that, there came on me all at once the wish to have it out with Alan, let my anger blaze, and be done with my life in a more sudden manner.

He had just called me "Whig." I stopped.
"Mr.Stewart," said I, in a voice that quivered like a fiddle-string, "you are older than I am, and should know your manners.

Do you think it either very wise or very witty to cast my politics in my teeth?
I thought, where folk differed, it was the part of gentlemen to differ civilly; and if I did not, I may tell you I could find a better taunt than some of yours." Alan had stopped opposite to me, his hat cocked, his hands in his breeches pockets, his head a little on one side.

He listened, smiling evilly, as I could see by the starlight; and when I had done he began to whistle a Jacobite air.