'Well,' thought Lancelot, 'if he deserves to be wretched, so do I--why, therefore, if we are one as bad as the other, should I not make his wretchedness a little less for the time being ?' 'I waint come a-near the water.

You trust me--I minds them as is kind to me'-- and a thought seemed suddenly to lighten up his dull intelligence.
'I say, Paul, hark you here.

I see that Bantam into D * * * t'other day.' 'What! is he down already ?' 'With a dog-cart; he and another of his pals; and I see 'em take out a silk flue, I did.

So, says I, you maunt be trying that ere along o' the Whitford trout; they kepers is out o' nights so sure as the moon.' 'You didn't know that.

Lying again!' 'No, but I sayed it in course.