But that's no reason for my giving in to her when she does what I know to be folly.' 'I see.

You call an act of common humanity folly--doing what one could to relieve the agony of a fellow creature.

I am glad that I differ from you--and from your servant.

Mrs Hensor refused to help that poor gin who had a spear through her arm and was shrieking with pain.' 'Oh, you don't know black-gins as well as I do.

They'll pretend they're dying in agony just to wheedle a drop of rum or a fig of tobacco out of a white man; and they'll take it quite as a matter of course when one of their men bashes their head in with a NULLA-NULLA.' 'I suppose you'll allow that a spear wound may hurt a little,' said Bridget.