I'm a dog who can pull a string or two in the English press, I am! Those who have the money and have got a hold of people, so that they must write what they tell them, ain't people to be cut by any Colonial Governor, my Lord!" And in his anger he fairly shook his fist at the unconscious Peer.
"Seem to be a little out of temper, Mr.Meeson," said a voice at his elbow, the owner of which was a big young man with hard but kindly features and a large moustache.

"What has the Governor been doing to you ?" "Doing, Mr.Tombey?
He's been cutting me, that's all--me, Meeson!--cutting me as dead as offal, or something like it.

I held out my hand and he looked right over it, and marched by." "Ah!" said Mr.Tombey, who was a wealthy New Zealand landowner; "and now, why do you suppose he did that ?" "Why?
I'll tell you why.

It's all about that girl." "Miss Smithers, do you mean ?" said Tombey the big, with a curious flash of his deep-set eyes.
"Yes, Miss Smithers.

She wrote a book, and I bought the book for fifty pounds, and stuck a clause in that she should give me the right to publish anything she wrote for five years at a price--a common sort of thing enough in one way and another, when you are dealing with some idiot who don't know any better.