Is that an occupation for a gentleman?
No, sir.

Good night, my lord, good night.

Hark! The clock is striking nine; five, six, seven, eight! Well, you've had your day, and can't complain." "A dangerous fellow," says Pine, with the light upraised.

"A very dangerous fellow--that is, he was.

This is the place, you see--a regular rat-hole; but what can one do ?" "Come, let us get on deck," said Vickers, with a shudder of disgust.
Rufus Dawes felt the sweat break out into beads on his forehead.