Anyhow, you're down on Phoebe as a thousand of brick.

I don't see why you worry about HER.

After the way she treated poor Bos'n and all." Captain Cy stirred uneasily and kicked a chip across the floor.
"Well," he said, "well, I--I don't know's that's--That is, right's right and wrong's wrong.

I've seen bullfights down yonder--" jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the vague direction of Buenos Ayres, "and every time my sympathy's been with the bull.

Not that I loved the critter for his own sake, but because all Greaserdom was out to down him.