'But you will soon.

Hey ?' 'You will soon.

Hey ?' repeated the man with the wooden leg.

I afterwards found that he generally acted, with his strong voice, as Mr.Creakle's interpreter to the boys.
I was very much frightened, and said, I hoped so, if he pleased.

I felt, all this while, as if my ear were blazing; he pinched it so hard.
'I'll tell you what I am,' whispered Mr.Creakle, letting it go at last, with a screw at parting that brought the water into my eyes.