"If you refer to Mr Ratman's claims to be the lost Roger Ingleton--" "My nephew," interposed the American.
"All I can say is, that I am not at all satisfied the claim is not a just one." "Well, sir," said Mr Headland, "if that's your opinion, it's more than that young man thinks himself by this time.

But never mind that." "I do mind it, sir; and I should like to know what right any one has to decide the matter for me?
I would suggest that, though we are pleased to see you, you should allow us to attend to our own business." "I not only allow you, sir, but I expect it of you.

And that reminds me of a question that has been puzzling me ever since I heard of the Squire's death.

I wrote him a letter in the fall of last year." The captain was seized with a sudden impulse to stir the fire, and as he stood thus with his back turned, Mr Armstrong could not help wondering what there was in the operation so violently to agitate the operator's frame.
"Yes, sir, a letter dated November 9th, which must have been delivered, as I have made inquiries, and find it was not returned.

It contained money, and as it was never acknowledged, I had fears it was lost." "Any letters for the Squire have been opened by his executors.