Didn't you get my wire ?" "No." "I sent one." "I never got it." He swung his arms about in a fine rage.
"If ever I get hold of that son of Satan I'll murder him.

He was covered up to his beastly eyebrows in silver lace and swords and whistles and medals and things.

He walked up and down the railway station as if he owned the German navy and ran trains as a genteel hobby.

I gave him ten marks to send the telegram.

The miserable beast has sneaked the lot.
I'll get at the railway company through the Embassy and have the brute sacked and put in prison.