It wasn't that I didn't dote upon you, and think about you, and feel quite sure that there never could be any other one than you." "I've no doubt it was all right;--only you very nearly made me shoot a fellow, and now I've got to find horses for him.

I wonder whether he could ride Dandolo ?" "Don't put him up on anything very hard." "Why not?
His wife is dead, and he hasn't got a child, nor yet an acre of property.

I don't know who is entitled to break his neck if he is not.

And Dandolo is as good a horse as there is in the stable, if you can once get him to go.

Mind, I have to start to-morrow at nine, for it's all eighteen miles." And so the Master of the Brake Hounds took himself to his repose.
Lady Laura Kennedy had written to Barrington Erle respecting her friend's political interests, and to her sister-in-law, Lady Chiltern, as to his social comfort.