"Think you'd never be sorry either ?" A sudden smile gleamed across the drawn face.

"Of course I shouldn't! You're English." "Ah!" said Saltash, with a faintly wry expression.

"Not necessarily white on that account, my friend, so don't run away with that idea, I beg! I'm quite capable of giving you a worse drubbing than the good Antonio, for instance, if you qualified for it.

I can be a terrifically wild beast upon occasion.

Look here, you imp! Are you starved or what?
Do you want something to eat ?" The wiry fingers tightened on his arm.