The work itself--" "Is that how you happened to be there on the boat ?" "I suppose so.

I was a prisoner there.

I was less than a chattel.
I was a piece of property, to be staked, to be won or lost at cards, to be kidnapped, hand-cuffed, handled like a slave, it seems.

And you've the hardihood to stand here and ask me who I am!" "I've only that sort of hardihood, Madam, which makes me ride straight.

If I had observed the laws, I wouldn't have you here now, this morning." "You'll not have me long.