But oh, I was so safe! He had done his worst.

I was beyond his power.
"I'll shut off your grub," he threatened.
"As you please," I answered.

"I'm used to it.

I haven't eaten for ten days, and, do you know, trying to begin to eat again is a confounded nuisance.
"Oh, ho, you're threatening me, are you?
A hunger strike, eh ?" "Pardon me," I said, my voice sulky with politeness.

"The proposition was yours, not mine.