The general stepped back into his place, cool and calm as usual, and entirely unruffled by his great exertions.

Bentley wiped the sweat from his face, and turned and looked back at him in admiration.
"Friend Bentley," he said quietly, "you are a man of mighty thews and sinews.

Had it not been for your powerful arms, I fear we would have had a ducking--or worse." "Lord love you, your honor," said the astonished tailor, "I 've met my match! It was your arm that saved us.

I was almost done for.

I never saw such strength as that, though when I was younger I would have done better.