I hoped my cousin would accept of my regrets so sincerely offered, and consider how much of my misconduct was owing to the excessive hospitality of Osbaldistone Hall." "He shall be friends with thee, lad," cried the honest knight, in the full effusion of his heart; "or d--n me, if I call him son more!--Why, Rashie, dost stand there like a log?
_Sorry for it_ is all a gentleman can say, if he happens to do anything awry, especially over his claret.

I served in Hounslow, and should know something, I think, of affairs of honour.

Let me hear no more of this, and we'll go in a body and rummage out the badger in Birkenwood-bank." Rashleigh's face resembled, as I have already noticed, no other countenance that I ever saw.

But this singularity lay not only in the features, but in the mode of changing their expression.

Other countenances, in altering from grief to joy, or from anger to satisfaction, pass through some brief interval, ere the expression of the predominant passion supersedes entirely that of its predecessor.