"Because you have a house crawling with servants till they stick to the ceiling you have to go to the post-office to buy a penny stamp.

It's like keeping a dog and barking yourself." "I don't fancy I bark much," said Lord Newhaven.
"No, and you don't bite _often_, but when you do you take out the piece.
Do you remember that colored chap at Broken Hill ?" "He deserved it," said Lord Newhaven.
"He richly deserved it.

But you took him in, poor devil, all the same.
You were so uncommonly mild and limp beforehand, and letting pass things you ought not to have let pass, that, like the low beast he was, he thought he could play you any dog's trick, and that you would never turn on him." "It's a way worms have." "Oh, hang worms; it does not matter whether they turn or not.

But cobras have no business to imitate them till poor rookies think they have no poison in them, and that they can tickle them with a switch.

What a great hulking brute that man was! You ricked him when you threw him! I saw him just before I left Adelaide.