He drew a deep breath.
"I reelly believe that's wot's wrong with me," he said.
"Then I'll just ax the cook to 'urry up with the corfee," guffawed the unfeeling skipper.

"We'll all be the better for a snack an' somethink 'ot." Iris managed to choke down an hysterical laugh.

Coke was incorrigible, yet she was conscious of a growing appreciation of his crude chivalry.
He boasted truly that he feared neither man nor devil.

His chief defect lay in being born several centuries too late.

Had he flourished during the Middle Ages, Coke would have carved out a kingdom.
Even while the men were thus callously discussing the tragedy that had been enacted before their eyes, the miracle of the dawn was transforming night into day.