His reign 's not for ever; he can't enter here.

You're in the stronghold defying him.

And now cigars, boys, pipes; there are the boxes, there are the bowls.

I can't smoke till I have done steaming.

I'll sit awhile silently for the operation.
Christendom hasn't such a man as your cousin Con for feeling himself a pig-possessed all the blessed day, acting the part of somebody else, till it takes me a quarter of an hour of my enfranchisement and restoration of my natural man to know myself again.