"He make yer sing nudder song." "She's mighty gran' lady, an' a bery perlite missis, an' Ise sorry fur her," replied Tom.
Mr.Fitzgerald had no sense of refreshment in his morning ride.

He urged his horse along impatiently, with brow contracted and lips firmly compressed.

He was rehearsing in his mind the severe reprimand he intended to bestow upon Rosa.

He expected to be met with tears and reproaches, to which he would show himself hard till she made contrite apologies for her most unexpected and provoking proceedings.

It was his purpose to pardon her at last, for he was far enough from wishing to lose her; and she had always been so gentle and submissive, that he entertained no doubt the scene would end with a loving willingness to accept his explanations, and believe in his renewed professions.