1
Mr. Randan," cried the squire, "is she not a delicate piece of stuff?
2
Sunday School-pshaw!' cried the Squire, as He tramped homeward in the opposite direction.
3
'Here, sir, oblige me by attending to me,' cried the squire, fuming and blinking.
4
"That's the first word you have spoken like a man," cried the squire.
5
"Come, I say," cried the Squire, chuckling, "that's rather tall talk, you know.
6
"The proputty's yours, Cabarreux," cried the squire.-"ByGeorge, he's off already!
7
"No, no; ninepence," cried the Squire with a hearty laugh.
8
"That is good," cried the squire, clapping his knee emphatically.
9
"Ha, ha," cried the squire, chuckling, "I long to see how you'll astonish Stirn.
10
"It is not so, sire," cried the squire earnestly.
11
"By heaven, Sir Nigel is down!" cried the squire.
12
"Why, of course," cried the squire, "that he had opposed both the one and the other."
13
"Nothing could be better," cried the squire, heartily.
14
"And I," cried the Squire.
15
"Stop," cried the squire; "pray, my dear Mr. Douglas Dale, do not let us give way to unnecessary alarm.
