'I lived many years the greater part of my life, indeed with Sir Harry Swift. He was a real gentleman now, if you like free, open-handed gentleman none of your close-shavin', cheese-parin' sort of gentlemen, or imitation gentlemen, as I calls them, but a man who knew what was due to good servants and gave them it. We had good wages, and all the proper "reglars."
"Take it, you pious, passimonious, cheese-parin', hair-splittin', back-bitin', flag-raisin' crew!" he roared. "Rebecca never took the flag; I found it in the road, I say!" "You never, no such a thing!" exclaimed Mrs. Meserve. "You found it on the doorsteps in my garden!" "Mebbe twas your garden, but it was so chock full o' weeks I THOUGHT twas the road," retorted Abner.