Cheer up, my boy: I'm not angry with you for what you've done.

It was the fighting afterwards that was the unlucky part." The old man hurried away, and Mark stood watching him descend the slope.
"Cheer up, indeed!" he muttered; "who's to cheer up at a time like this?
I wish I hadn't listened to that miserable scrub of a Darley.

I always hated him, and I might have known that associating with him would lead me into trouble .-- Well, what do you want ?" This was to Dummy Rugg, who, like his young master, had escaped without much damage.
"Only come to talk to you, Master Mark," said the boy humbly.
"Then you can be off.

I don't want to talk." "I'll talk, then, and you listen, Master Mark," said the boy coolly; and Mark opened his eyes, and was about to order the lad off, but Dummy went on quickly.

"I've been thinking it all over," he said.