He glowered down at me with murder in his eyes.

Then he dashed the casket on the floor with such violence that it broke into fragments.
'Give me back the Ndhlondhlo,' he cried, like a petted child.

'Give me back the collar of John.' This was the moment I had been waiting for.
'Now see here, Mr Laputa,' I said.

'I am going to talk business.
Before you started this rising, you were a civilized man with a good education.

Well, just remember that education for a minute, and look at the matter in a sensible light.