If anyone remarks on it, laugh, and say it was a Huguenot's half an hour ago.

I will carry mine stuck under my arm.
"Use as few words as may be, if you have to speak; and speak them gruffly, or they will discover at once that you are no smith.

I fear not for ourselves.

We can play our parts--fight or run for it.
It is that angel I fear for." "God will protect her, Pierre.

Ah! They are knocking at the door, and the women of the house may be coming down to open it." "Not they, sir.