What....

Not I--with a fire raging on my run, and not enough hands to put it out.' 'But her ladyship....' spluttered Harris.
'Listen here you....' McKeith's face and attitude were menacing.

'I came back to find her ladyship down with dengue as bad as could be.

It was on her that night, and if she had to be carried to her room in a fit of shaking, what business is that of yours?
Understand me, Harris.
Don't you go mixing up my wife's name with this beastly black-boy affair, or you'll have to reckon with me--and I can tell you, you won't relish that reckoning.' 'There was no offence meant.

I only wanted to do my duty,' protested the Police Inspector, cringing after the way of bullies.
'You'll find opportunity enough for doing that if you ride back to Breeza Downs and lend the Specials your valuable assistance in protecting the sheep-owners against the Unionists.