Then he calms down and wipes the blood off'n his hand on the side of his pants, and says, 'Open that gate.' That's a nice piece of butter you've got there, mistress.

Lord! it's strange I never missed all them things." "Bring your chair to the table," said Marie, "and begin.

You are hungry--yes ?" "Hungry ain't quite the word." "You will have some mutton--yes?
And Mr.Durnovo, where was he ?" Joseph bent over his plate, with elbows well out, wielding his knife and fork with a more obvious sense of enjoyment than usually obtains in the politer circles.
"Mr.Durnovo," he said, with one quick glance towards her.

"Oh, he was just behind Mr.Oscard.And he follows 'im, and we all shake hands just as if we was meeting in the Row, except that most of our hands was a bit grimy and sticky-like with blood and grease off'n the cartridges." "And," said Marie, in an indirectly interrogative way, as she helped him to a piece of sweet potato, "you were glad to see them, Mr.Oscard and Mr.Durnovo--yes ?" "Glad ain't quite the word," replied Joseph, with his mouth full.
"And they were not hurt or--ill ?" "Oh, no!" returned Joseph, with another quick glance.

"They were all right.