"Can you walk straight?
I didn't notice you were drunk before I spoke to you.

Come along this way." To escape the lookers-on, Hilliard moved forward.
"I've always regretted," resumed his companion, "that I didn't give you a sound thrashing that night in the train.

It would have done you good.
It might have been the making of you.

I didn't hurt you, eh ?" "You've bruised my lips--that's all.

And I deserved it for being such a damned fool as to lose my temper." "You look rather more decent than I should have expected.