He thought it would revive him, so, of course, the effect was instantaneous.

The same quantity of prussic acid could not have killed him more rapidly than the brandy rallied his scattered forces, and, not being a physiologist, he gave the brandy all the credit.
"Ah!" he said, smacking his lips with some of the old-time relish, "that puts new life into one.

An' now, let's get on with the knittin'.
I was a bit rattled when this young party steers in an' whacks 'is cock-an'-bull yarn into me 'and.

'Oo ever 'eard of a respectable British ship mixin' 'erself up with a South American revolution?
The story is all moonshine on the face of it." "I think otherwise, Mr.Verity, and Mr.Bulmer, I take it, agrees with me," said the reporter.
"Wot," blazed David, into whose mind had darted a notion that dazzled him by its daring, "d'ye mean to insiniwate that I lent my ship to this 'ere Dom Wot's-'is-name?
D'ye sit there an' tell me that Jimmie Coke, a skipper who's bin in my employ for sixteen year, would carry on that sort of fool's business behind 'is owner's back?
Go into my clerk's office, young man, an' ax Andrews to show up a copy of the ship's manifest.

See w'en an 'ow she was insured.