D'ye forget that ye're a rebel convict ?" "I am not given the chance," said Blood, who never could learn to curb his tongue.
"By God! Will you be pert with me ?" Remembering all that was at stake, growing suddenly conscious that from the huts surrounding the enclosure anxious ears were listening, he instantly practised an unusual submission.
"Not pert, sir.

I...

I am sorry I should have been sought...." "Aye, and you'll be sorrier yet.

There's the Governor with an attack of gout, screaming like a wounded horse, and you nowhere to be found.

Be off, man--away with you at speed to Government House! You're awaited, I tell you.