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There had been something, there had been but too much, in the incident, for each observer; yet there was nothing any one could have said without seeming essentially to say: "See, see, the dear things their quarrel's blissfully over!" "Our quarrel?
"They say they have flour and provisions for three years, Captain," he said. "They have always sold to the immigration before. And now they won't sell. And it ain't our quarrel. Their quarrel's with the government, an' they're takin' it out on us. It ain't right, Captain.
"Only I didn't know that you two were quite That is, when last I heard about it, I fancied But if the quarrel's made up, there's nobody more rejoiced than I am." "The quarrel is made up," said Cradell. "If Mrs Lupex is satisfied, I'm sure I am," said Amelia. "Mr Lupex is satisfied," said Mrs Lupex; "and let me tell you, my dear, seeing that you are expecting to get married yourself "
Our quarrel's quite over." "Are you sure of that?" returned Winifred, looking uneasily at Jack. "Ay, ay," rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases, hang me, if he thinks proper, if you wish it." With this assurance, and at the reiterated request of Thames, the little girl reluctantly withdrew. "Come, come, Jack," said Thames, walking up to Sheppard, and taking his hand, "have done with this.
"Well, we does be having a hasty word now and then, ma'am," confessed Mrs. Dunleavy, "but ourselves is good neighbors this manny years. Whin a quarrel's about nothing betune friends, it don't count for much, so it don't." "Most quarrels is the same way," said the stranger, who did not like melons, but accepted a cup of hot tea.
It appeared, indeed, that there was more of bravado than of serious attempt to do us any injury; for the Lowland gentleman, who, as I mentioned, had stood aside for want of an antagonist when the brawl commenced, was now pleased to act the part of moderator and peacemaker. "Hand your hands! haud your hands! eneugh done! eneugh done! the quarrel's no mortal.
Men of honour, when the quarrel's over, should shake hands!" "Precisely," said his companion, who chanced to be Mr. Wickham. "They are men of honour; they didn't shake hands. Ergo the quarrel's not over! Here we are at the Eagle." "Bah!" exclaimed Major Churchill. "Long ago Hamilton said the last word on the subject. Aaron Burr's sole political principle is to mount.
It's so easy, come gude fortune, to feel your heart swellin' out to others." "We are good friends now." "Do'e think I doan't knaw better? Your quarrel's patched for the sake of us women. Have a real make-up, I mean." "I will, then. I'll be what I was to him, if he'll let me. I'll forgive everything that's past everything and every body." "So do.
"I don't care what they think; they're a beastly set of prigs, and I'll have nothing more to do with them with Allingford especially." "Well, of course," answered Fletcher, with an air of resignation, "the quarrel's yours and not mine.
"I don't know what your quarrel's about, but finish it up like men, and shake hands." The boys did as they were told, and though the salutation was not a very hearty one, it helped to extinguish the smouldering sparks of anger which might at some future meeting have been once more fanned into a flame.
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