But as for swearin'-- well, if you knew how full of cusswords I was there one spell you wouldn't find fault; you'd thank me for holdin' 'em in.

I had to batten down my hatches to do it, though; I tell you that." Mr.Hamilton turned to their host.

"You'll excuse Shadrach, won't you, Judge," he said, apologetically.

"He don't mean nothin' wicked, really.
And he feels as bad as I do about Marcellus's bein' took." "Course I do!" put in the Captain.

"Zoeth's always scared to death for fear I'm bound to the everlastin' brimstone.