None of your dishevelled sentiment.

And right! You must confess that nothing could have been more right.

I had a mind to shout "Brava! Brava!" but I did not do that.

I took a piece of cake and went out to bribe the Fyne dog into some sort of self-control.

His sharp comical yapping was unbearable, like stabs through one's brain, and Fyne's deeply modulated remonstrances abashed the vivacious animal no more than the deep, patient murmur of the sea abashes a nigger minstrel on a popular beach.