“You see all that I have on me, shir.”
“Well, come, I'll give you the price of a suit rather than see such a scarecrow in my garden.”
“I couldn't take it, shir.”
“The devil you couldn't! Why not, man?”
“Bekaise, shir, I'm under pinance.”
“Well, why don't you shave?”
“I can't, shir, for de same raison.”
“Pooh, pooh! what the devil did you do that they put such a penance on you.”
“Why, I runned away wit' a young woman, shir.”
“Upon my soul you're a devilish likely fellow to run away with a young woman, and a capital taste she must have had to go with you; but perhaps you took her away by violence, eh?”