This young officer came up to me and asked me whether I would mind marching more slowly -- they were running out of puff. I thought I was supposed to go on a route-march and be back by a certain time.

You say something outsidely rude and insidely civil about its being my choice to edit; […]

Oh, how dare you, or any one, to speak of her so! She used me as if I had been her dearest child. She was more kind to me than a mother. There is no one in the world like her! Mary cried.

Lor', Miss Moggy, you'd think dat man had been married all de days of his life time, he look so lonesome and pitisome like.