Blyth, my dear boy, can you explain it ?" "It was--it was only something, sir"-- the lieutenant blushed, and hesitated, and looked away unmanfully--"which I asked Captain Honyman to leave out, because--because it had nothing to do with it.

I mean, because it was of no importance, even if he happened to have that opinion.

His hand was tied up so, that I did not like to say too much, and I thought that he would go to sleep, because the doctor had made him drink a poppy head boiled down with pigtail.

But it seems as if he had got up after that--for he always will have his own way--while I was gone to put this coat on; and perhaps he wrote that with his left hand, sir.
But it is no part of the business." "Then we will leave it," said Admiral Darling, "for younger eyes than mine to read.

Nelson wrote better with his left hand than ever he did with his right, to my thinking, the very first time that he tried it.
But we can't expect everybody to do that.