"You need not take the words out of my mouth.

I was going to say foreign devils--" "I beg pardon, sir." "-- In the eyes of these self-satisfied, almond-eyed Celestials.

They would only be too glad of an excuse to mob you or to declare that you had insulted them, so be careful." "Certainly, sir." "Perhaps you had better not visit their temples." Smith kicked me.
"Or their public buildings." Barkins trod on my toe.
"In short, I should be extremely guarded; and I think, on further consideration, I will go to the captain and suggest that you have half-a-dozen marines with you." "Captain's ashore, sir." "Thank you, Mr Herrick.

You need not be so fond of correcting me." I made a deprecatory gesture.
"I should have remembered directly that Captain Thwaites was ashore." "Beg pardon, sir," said Barkins, touching his cap.

"Well, Mr Barkins." "I hope you will not send any marines with us." "And pray why, sir ?" "We should have to be looking after them, sir, as much as they would be looking after us." "Mr Barkins, allow me to assure you, sir, that the dishipline of the marines on board this ship is above reproach." "Yes, sir.