You lacerate my very soul." "Ah-o-o-o-o-o-o-oy, master!" roared the bargee.
"Good arternoon, sir," said a man who, with a short whip in his hand, trudged beside the white horse that towed the barge.

"Come up!" he added malevolently to the horse.
"I want to get on board, and go up to Lyvern with you," said Trefusis.
"He seems a well fed brute, that." "Better fed nor me," said the man.

"You can't get the work out of a hunderfed 'orse that you can out of a hunderfed man or woman.

I've bin in parts of England where women pulled the barges.

They come cheaper nor 'orses, because it didn't cost nothing to get new ones when the old ones we wore out." "Then why not employ them ?" said Trefusis, with ironical gravity.