If not, we have here tar and feathers and sundry other adornments, and to-morrow's morn will behold a pretty sight.

Choose, you Scots swine." In the excess of his zeal, he smashed with the handle of his sword a clock I had but lately got from Glasgow.
Ringan signed to me to keep my temper.

He pretended to be in a great taking.
"I am a man of peace," he cried, "but I cannot endure to see my friend outraged.

Prithee, good folk, go away.

See, I will give thee a guinea each to leave us alone." This had the desired effect of angering them.