"Hang it!" he exclaimed.

"I believe 'tis a hundred pounds.

I must look it up when I get back." "What is a hundred pounds, sir ?" I asked.
"Penalty for showing a coast-light without authority.

Lydia laid me ten pounds I hadn't the pluck, though; and that'll bring it down to ninety at the worst.

She'd a small fortune in this trip, too, which she stood to lose: but, as it turns out, I've saved that for her.
Oh, she's a treasure!" "Did you light the flare ?" I began to see that I had fallen in with an original, and that he might be humoured.
"Eh ?--to be sure I did! 'Slocked away the man in charge by mimicking Pascoe's voice--he's the freighter, and talks like a man with no roof to his mouth.