They guess it ain't yours.

That cute little chap, Tata, he says to me yesterday, 'you're always a-treating of your galonne like as if he was a prince.' 'Damme!' says I, 'I'd like to see the prince as would hold a candle to him.' 'You're right there,' says the little 'un.

'There ain't his equal for taking off a beggar's head with a back sweep.'" The Corporal laughed a little again, as he tossed himself down on the carpet.
"Well, it's something to have one virtue! But have a care what those chatter-boxes get out of you." "Lord, sir! Ain't I been a-taking care these ten years?
It comes quite natural now.

I couldn't keep my tongue still; that wouldn't be in anyways possible.

So I've let it run on oiled wheels on a thousand rum tracks and doublings.