His face was gently humorous, and all the signs of a placid and pure life were there.

This smiling philosopher said, "That's right, Fullerton.

Ferrier's like my old mare used to be in the days when she was a little peacocky and fiery--she always wanted to rush her journeys.
She steps soberly now.

We'll teach him something before we've done with him.

You know, my dear boy, you must understand that the greater number of these men are, well--uncultivated, do you understand.