I am myself indifferent honest, as Shakespere puts it." The sheriff licked his dry lips.
"If you think I am going to stay here to be insulted--" "You are!" taunted John Wesley Pringle.

"You'll stay right here.

What?
Leave me here to tell what I have to say to an honest man and a half?
Impossible! You'll not let me out of your sight." "My amateur Ananias," interrupted Anastacio dispassionately, "you are, unintentionally, perhaps, doing me half of a grave injustice.

In this particular instance--for this day and date only--I am as pure as a new-mown hay.

To prevent all misapprehension let me say now that I never thought Foy killed Dick Marr." "In heaven's name, why ?" demanded Breslin.
"My honest but thick-skulled friend, let me put in my oar," implored the Major.