"I don't mind."
"He looks like a rusty old tramp. His coat looks as if it was made in the year one."
"He has a right to consult his own taste. He has been kind to me, and I don't care to listen to any rude remarks."
"You may buy two tickets, Mark," said the hermit.
Mark did so.
Just as he was leaving the ticket-window, his former employer, Mr. Collins, the shoe manufacturer, took his place.
"Are you going to the city?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Who goes with you?"
"Mr. Taylor."