At supper, I saw Ben Somers, still with the pretty girl in blue; but he came to my chair and asked me if I did not think she was a pretty toy for a man to play with.
"How much wine have you drunk?
Enough to do justice to the family annals ?" "Really, you have been well informed.

No, I have _not_ drunk enough for that; but Mrs.Ryder has sent her virgins home with me.

I am afraid their lamps are upset again.

I drink nothing after to-night.
You shall not ask again, 'How much ?'" My fire was out when I reached home.

My head was burning and aching.
I was too tired to untwist my hair, and I pulled and dragged at my dress, which seemed to have a hundred fastenings.