I was just makin' a stawt.

I gev fifty-five pound fer it, an' three pun ten to 'ave it done up.

But there! What's the use of talkin'?
I'm orf 'ome, I am, to fice the missis." "Wait just a little while," said David kindly.

"You hardly understand this business.

The madman who attacked us meant to injure me, not you.