Look you, sir, we run mighty risks in our profession--it's not all play, I can tell you.
We're obliged to be punctual, too, or it's all up with the thrade.

If I promise that your son will die as sure as fate to-morrow morning, unless I return home safe, our people MUST keep my promise; or else what chance is there for me?
You would be down upon me in a moment with a posse of constables, and have me swinging before Warwick gaol.

Pooh, my dear! you never would sacrifice a darling boy like John Hayes, let alone his lady, for the sake of my long carcass.

One or two of our gentlemen have been taken that way already, because parents and guardians would not believe them." "AND WHAT BECAME OF THE POOR CHILDREN ?" said Mrs.Hayes, who began to perceive the gist of the argument, and to grow dreadfully frightened.
"Don't let's talk of them, ma'am: humanity shudthers at the thought!" And herewith Mr.Macshane drew his finger across his throat in such a dreadful way as to make the two parents tremble.

"It's the way of war, madam, look you.