Oh, I was an Indian in my time—a reg'ler measly hop-pickin' Siwash at that.
"Oh, I see," said the younger Milbrey—his face clearing all at once.
"Oh, blessed be the sound of your voice," replied the peasant.
And oh, sir,” added Stephen, “may we crave a drop of water for our dog?
Oh, if a man only could live up to the verses he cuts out of magazines!
Oh, I see—and of ...