"It was hard lines for you, and it wasn't all your fault.
It's my father got you off, you know." "Thank'ee, young gentleman.

It's very hard on a hard-working mariner not to have his living.

If you could spare a trifle and tell the gentlemen, I'd thank you kindly." "We haven't got any tin to spare now," said Dick, who knew that the resources of the "Firm" had been well-nigh exhausted in preparation for the spread in Cresswell's study that evening; "but we won't forget.
Good-bye, old man.

Jolly glad you've got out at last!".