The bones! the bones!" "Yes, sir--the bones.

They'll take a trifle more pounding.

I'll do my best with them, sir, for your sake." "What do you mean ?" John Want shook his head, and looked at Crayford with a dreary smile.
"I don't think I shall have the honor of making much more bone soup for you, sir.

Do you think yourself you'll last long, sir?
I don't, saving your presence.

I think about another week or ten days will do for us all.