A thousand the day after we get ashore--prompt.

I won't wait till she breaks up, Mr.Cloete.

To the underwriters I go if I've to walk to London on my bare feet.

Port cable! Look at her port cable, I will say to them.

I doctored it--for the owners--tempted by a low rascal called Cloete.
"Cloete does not understand what it means exactly.