Detestable wretch! This accounts for the inconsistency of his well-to-do looks and his pitiable groans.

Vile hypocrite! Yet why, it struck me, should I complain?
Was not I reaping the benefit of that secret store that he, for himself, had saved?
But Hobart had no idea of allowing me the peaceable possession of what he held to be his own.

He made a dash at the fragment of bacon, and seemed determined to wrest it from my grasp.

We struggled with each other, but although our wrestling was very violent, it was very noiseless.

We were both of us aware that it was absolutely necessary that not one of those on board should know anything at all about the prize for which we were contending.