One man thinks one way, and another man thinks another.

Mayhap I do not think I have any great reason to be pleased with you already." "It may be so.

I cannot, however, charge myself with having given you reason to be displeased." "Well, sir, you have no right to put me out of humour with myself.

If you come to play upon me, and try what sort of a fellow you shall have to deal with, damn me if you shall have any reason to hug yourself upon the experiment." "Nothing, sir, is more easy for us than to quarrel.

If you desire that, there is no fear that you will find opportunities." "Damn me, sir, if I do not believe you are come to bully me." "Mr.Tyrrel! sir--have a care!" "Of what, sir!--Do you threaten me?
Damn my soul! who are you?
what do you come here for ?" The fieriness of Mr.Tyrrel brought Mr.Falkland to his recollection.
"I am wrong," said he.