He swears he's not damaged, but he's got his hand in a sling.

I say, old chap, it's no use blubbing; it's all right how." "I wasn't blubbing," said I.

"When you've got a cold in your head your eyes water sometimes, don't they ?" "Rather, buckets," said the magnanimous Dicky.
Langrish was my next interviewer; and his account as an eye-witness was graphic, and not calculated entirely to cure my "cold in the head." "You see, it's this way," said he.

"Jarman was smoking in Sharpe's room, and chucked his cigar into the waste-paper basket or somewhere by mistake, and while he and Sharpe toddled across the quad, the thing flared up and went up the curtains, and when old Sharpe came back the whole place was in a blaze.

I twigged it pretty sharp, and so did Trim, and there was a regular stampede.