the polled bachelor

For all his treachery and deception, he had one saving grace: good manners.

Everything is slightly sweet: even green peas are sugared, as well as the innumerable tea- and coffee-cakes, so that long before the unhappy tourist has finished his tour he is a hopeless dyspeptic or a raging Swedophobe.

Oghone, Miss Malone, I’ll tache you some civility! Judy O’Doody, escape if you can! I’m the boy that will bother your nonsensibility, / Loving most women—and fearing no man:[…]