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Lord, I wish our old cross Captain Crump would go over to the rebels, that Nosebag might get the troop! Lord, what can Bridoon be standing swinging on the bridge for? I'll be hanged if he a'nt hazy, as Nosebag says. Come, sir, as you and I belong to the service, we'll go put the rascal in mind of his duty.
"Render unto Cæsar the things that are Cæsar's and unto God the things that are God's," said Mr. Smillie, putting the change in his pocket and untying the nosebag from the horse. "Ye cannot serve God and mammon," Mark retorted. "And I wish you'd let me finish my argument." "Mr. Smillie and I aren't touring the Midlands trying to find grapes on thorns and figs on thistles," said Mr.
I have the vaguest recollection of placing a nosebag for a pillow, but that is all; the rest of that night is lost in deep oblivion. It was a curious sight that presented itself next morning. Men were lying just where they had fallen.
You, sir, have served in the dragoons? Waverley was taken so much at unawares, that he acquiesced. 'Oh, I knew it at once; I saw you were military from your air, and I was sure you could be none of the foot-wobblers, as my Nosebag calls them. What regiment, pray? Here was a delightful question.
Nosebag, who, having been originally the helpmate of a pawnbroker, had found opportunity during the late unpleasant scenes in Scotland to trade a little in her old line, and so became the depositary of the more valuable part of the spoil of half the army.
Thus she won, only to lose what she had won, and when they reached the breezy cliffs of Eype, Estelle reckoned that she stood towards him pretty much as she stood at starting. But slowly, surely, inevitably, before such good temper and tact he thawed a little. They tethered the pony, gave it a nosebag and then spread their meal. Abel was quick and neat.
Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the drooping nags of the hazard. No use thinking of it any more. Nosebag time. Wish I hadn't met that M'Coy fellow. He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the gently champing teeth. Their full buck eyes regarded him as he went by, amid the sweet oaten reek of horsepiss. Their Eldorado. Poor jugginses!
Waverley, however, justly concluded that this good lady had the whole army-list by heart; and, to avoid detection by adhering to truth, answered, 'Gardiner's dragoons, ma'am; but I have retired some time. 'O aye, those as won the race at the battle of Preston, as my Nosebag says. Pray, sir, were you there? 'I was so unfortunate, madam, he replied, 'as to witness that engagement.
Nosebag, the lady of Lieutenant Nosebag, adjutant and riding- master of the dragoons, a jolly woman of about fifty, wearing a blue habit, faced with scarlet, and grasping a silver-mounted horse-whip. This lady was one of those active members of society who take upon them faire lefrais de la conversation.
You can say 'I was there. 'I was in it. 'I saw. 'I know. When this war is over you'll have everything out of it that's worth getting all the experiences, all the inside knowledge, all the 'nosebag' news; you'll have wounds, honors, medals, money, reputation. And you're throwing all that away!" Mr. Hamlin interrupted savagely. "To hell with their medals," he said.
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