"Don't let him talk so much," said Basset, in a whisper, to the doctor.
"There are many of your opinion on that head," said Basset, with a savage grin.
“I would it were,” said Basset, folding his arms beneath his head.
“And ours were uncommon men—there is all the difference,” retorted Basset.
O Mistress Basset, could you not compass the same for Blanche?
A few yards, ...