"What business is it of yours?
This concerns me." "An' me, too! I'm w'at you call gardeen for Necia till John Gale come back, an' I'm broder of her, too.

You promis' jus' now you don' get mad, an' I don' say she's Runnion neider w'at spik dose t'ing; dere's more dan 'im been talkin'.

Is it true ?" His sternness offended Burrell, for the soldier was not the kind to discuss his affairs in this way, therefore he drew back scowling.
"Poleon Doret," he said, "it's not one's enemies who do him injury, it's his damned fool friends.

I have learned to regard you highly because you are a brave man and an honest one, but it seems that you are a sentimental idiot." "Dem is tough word," Doret replied.

"But dere's reason w'y I can't tak' on no madnesse.