'E's the on'y reel live man Dom Wot's-'is-name 'as got.

Sink me! if it wasn't for the folks at 'ome, an' the fac' that the _Andromeeda's_ skipper ought to keep clear of politics in this crimson country, I'd 'ave a cut in at the game meself." It might be hoped that Carmela's mood would soften when she discovered her rival's hapless love, but that would be expecting something which her bursting southern heart could not give.

A volcano pours forth lava, not water.

It scorches, not heals.

Iris, willing or not, had sapped her Salvador's allegiance.