I'm sick of him--I've told him so.

I knew there _was_ a woman.

But don't you worry; _I'm_ the man here." "If that's the case ..." I said.
"Oh, that's it," he answered.
I helped him to put the paper to bed; took some of the work off his hands.

It was all part of the getting back to life; of the resuming of rusty armour; and I wanted to pass the night.

I was not unused to it, as it happened.