A word or two from thee, sir, might settle him a bit." "I think you settled him very well last night." "It suited me to do so.

I like to threep a man that is my equal in his head piece.

Yorke is nobbut a hunchbacked dwarf and he talks a lot of nonsense, but he _feels_ all he says.

He's just a bit of crooked humanity on fire and talking at white heat." "What was he talking about ?" "Rights and wrongs, of course.

There was a good deal of truth in what he said, but he used words I didn't like; they came out of some blackguard's dictionary, so I told him to be quiet, and when he wouldn't be quiet, we sung him down with a verse out o' John Wesley's hymn-book." "All right! You are a match for Yorke, Greenwood.