Certain phases of irony always caused him to chuckle audibly. “If only Sir John were not Sir John I would ask you to come and have some supper. I'm no mollycoddle. It was a “territory” back then, and many a Frenchman and a Redskin both had been devoured in those caves. The eggs were all right, but nobody in this part of the world had the least conception of what the coffee bean was for. Do not let her think worse of me than I deserve,—or even so ill. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered the room. ‘If you care for me at all, shoot me. " "How soon do you expect Mishter Vudd?" inquired the janizary, tauntingly. "In case he should consent—" "He never will," interrupted Winifred.
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