I would rather fight with my hands than my tongue.

It is done... the precious portrait placed in the hands of the gentlemen for safe keeping.

Two messengers covered with dust come to bid me fly, but I wait for him.

At this late hour a wagon has been procured, and I have had it filled with plate and the most valuable portable articles, belonging to the house.

Disaffection stalks around us.

I am accordingly ready; I have pressed as many Cabinet papers into trunks as to fill one carriage; our private property must be sacrificed, as it is impossible to procure wagons for its transportation.

I would rather fight with my hands than my tongue.