Again, the men in the ranks have to routemarch almost daily during the season, while Lieutenant So-and-so has worn the pack on but one occasion ; on the others, he finds it more pleasant to equip himself in the orthodox manner, ...

[…] every thing in the world is indifferent but sin.

SIR OLIVER. What!—has he never transmitted—you—Bullion—Rupees—Pagodas! SURFACE. O Dear Sir—Nothing of the kind—no—no—a few Presents now and then—china, shawls, congo Tea, Avadavats—and indian Crackers—little more, believe me.

I was just going to fix your dress before you flash the driver your lovely lady lumps.