"But then it's a live machine, for all that; and each little bit of it feels for itself, like the joints in an eel's body.

Now, if only one of them little bits smarts, the whole creature goes wrong--there's the mischief." Bel-a-faire-peur listened thoughtfully to his comrade where he lay flung full-length on the skins.
"I dare say you are right enough.

I knew nothing of my men when--when I was in England; we none of us did; but I can very well believe what you say.

Yet--fine fellows though they are here, they are terrible blackguards!" "In course they are, sir; they wouldn't be such larky company unless they was.

But what I say is that they're scamps who're told they may be great men, if they like; not scamps who're told that, because they've once gone to the devil, they must always keep there.