I am most uncomfortable.

Really I think your behaviour with regard to the brandy is most unkind and ungenerous; I shall be ill, I know I shall.

Won't you--" "No, I won't," Trent interrupted.

"Now shut up all that rot and eat something." "I have no appetite, thank you," Monty answered, with sulky dignity.
"Eat something, and don't be a silly ass!" Trent insisted.

"We've a hard journey before us, and you'll need all the strength in your carcase to land in Buckomari again.