"That's more than I can say," said Jerry, sipping his punch. "'Tis a deceitful sex!"
"'Tis a deceitful sex, indeed," echoed Dick, tossing off a tumbler. "For one Sybil we meet with twenty Handassahs, eh, count?"
"Twenty!—say rather a hundred," replied Jerry. "'Tis a vile sex."
CHAPTER II
TOM KING
Grimm. How gloriously the sun sets to-night.
Moor. When I was a boy, my favorite thought was, that I should live and die like yonder glorious orb. It was a boyish thought.
Grimm. True, captain.
The Robbers.