His sympathy with Israel had prompted this momentary ebullition.

When it was gone by, he seemed not a little to regret it.

But he passed it over lightly, saying, "You see, my fine fellow, what sort of a bloody cannibal I am.

Will you be a sailor of mine?
A sailor of the Captain who flogged poor Mungo Maxwell to death ?" "I will be very happy, Captain Paul, to be sailor under the man who will yet, I dare say, help flog the British nation to death." "You hate 'em, do ye ?" "Like snakes.

For months they've hunted me as a dog," half howled and half wailed Israel, at the memory of all he had suffered.
"Give me your hand, my lion; wave your wild flax again.