"Tender-hearted!" echoed Dennis. "Tender-hearted! Look at this man. Do you call this constitootional! Do you see him shot through and through, instead of being worked off like a Briton! Damme if I know which party to side with"—Chap. lxix.
"You ought to be the best instead of the worst," said Hugh, stopping before him. "Ha, ha, ha! see the hangman when it comes home to him!"—Chap. lxxvi.
"I shall bless your name," sobbed the locksmith's little daughter, "as long as I live"—Chap. lxxii.
