When words came they rushed out in fierce jerks.

'I'll say this--though where's the good of talking....

What does it amount to anyway, when you're down on the bedrock, and there's nothing left but to give up the whole show and start fresh as best you can?
I'll say this--I've never pretended to fine manners--I leave them--to others.
I'm just a rough bushman, no better and no worse.

Apology!--that's my apology--As for regret.

My God! isn't it all one huge regret?
No, I won't say that....