There are such things as bullets, and one of them might hit you somewhere that would matter.

Then it would be my duty to send home your last words to your sorrowing relatives, and it would be easier to do that if I knew exactly what you had done.

The death-bed repentance of the prodigal is always most consoling to the elder brother--much more consoling, in fact, than the prodigal's return.

Now, how the deuce am I to make up a plausible repentance for you, if I don't know what you've done ?' 'But I've not done anything,' said Hyacinth ineffectively.
The Captain ignored him.
'Come, now, it can't be anything very bad at your age.

Have you got into a mess with a girl?
Or'-- he brightened up at the guess--'are you hopelessly enamoured of the beautiful Finola?
That would be most suitable.