For one thing Fred sha'n't get into that kind of muss if I can save him from it.
The money must have been too great a temptation to him and to Fred.
Then Fred rode over, and placed himself at Mr. Bodery's disposal.
Fred had his flat, and I engaged him to take a part of our luggage to Northwest River.
Take a basin of water and a sponge, Fred, and wash the dust off.
"If you're sick of the job, I'll take her off your hands," said the good-natured Fred.
Fred was taking medicine with a little chloral in it at this time.
Sharp at eight a cab arrived, and Fred was conducted by me into his bedroom.
He'd be—what the church folks say he will be—if Fred don't go in for law.
"It was hardly fair on us, Fred," said Lady Sutherland's gentle voice.