What do you think she wanted, lads ?' 'The stuff, of course.' 'Not she.

Wanted one of them I took'-- and he jerked his elbow contemptuously in the direction whence he had come--'to fight a duel for her.

One of they! Said, was he Mr.Berkeley, and would he risk his life for a woman.' The head ostler stared.

'Lord! and who was it he was to fight ?' he asked at last.
'She did not say.

Her spark maybe, that has jilted her.' 'And would they, Jimmie ?' 'They?
Shoo! They were Methodists,' the postboy answered contemptuously, 'Scratch wigs and snuff-colour.