Then you were seen to light your pipe at the bare light, and that put it in worse peril." "That's a lie.

What mak's yer believe my skin's nowt to me?
It's all one as it is to them liars that would rob me of my bread out of clean spite." "It's the truth, and proved by four honest witnesses.

There are a hundred and fifty men and twenty ponies in that mine, and their lives must not be sacrificed by one two-legged brute that won't hear reason.

You are discharged and paid; so be good enough to quit the premises and find work elsewhere; and Lord help your employer, whoever he is!" Hope would waste no more time over this fellow.

He turned his back, and went off briskly on his more important errand.
Burnley shook his fist at him, and discharged a volley of horrible curses after him.