"What does my godfather know of poetry, indeed?
If he ever had any ear for it, the guns would have ruined it long ago." "No mostacchio in my house!" said the master, without heeding her.

"I believe that is the correct way to pronounce the filthy thing--a foreign abomination altogether.

Who could keep his lips clean, with that dirt over them?
A more tolerant man than myself never lived--a great deal too tolerant, as everybody knows.

But I'll never tolerate a son of mine in disgusting French hairiness of that sort." "Papa, you are come home as cross as a bear!" cried Dolly, presuming on her favour.

"Lord Dashville was here the other day with a very nice one, and I hear that all Cavalry Officers mean to have one, when they can.
And Mr.Carne, Frank's friend, encourages it." "The less you have to say about that young man, the better.