"If you insist on it, it must be done.

But, of course, it would make a great difference in your salary." "Eh ?" "You are at present getting fifteen pounds a month, and five per cent.
commission.

These are exceptional terms in consideration of any risk that you may run.

We shall dry dock the _Black Eagle_, and your salary is now ten pounds a month and two and a half commission." "Belay, there, belay!" the sailor shouted.

His coppery face was a shade darker than usual, and his bilious eyes had a venomous gleam in them.
"Don't you beat me down, curse you!" he hissed, advancing to the table and leaning his hands upon it while he pushed his angry face forward until it was within a foot of that of the merchant.