"So he fell to work like a wolf. I niver seed a man
pitch into anything like as that natter-list did into that
horseflesh."
"'These are first-rate marrow-bones,' says he, squintin'
with one eye down the shin-bone o' the hind leg to see if
it was quite empty."
"'Yes, sir, they is,' answered Martin, as grave as a judge."
"'Take another, sir,' says I."
"'No, thankee,' says he with a sigh, for he didn't
like to leave off."