"We're not good enough to be axed.
It was a bit of all right w'en we 'elped 'im out of quod, but now 'e's a bloomin' toff we're low-down sailormen--that's wot we are." "Man, ye're fair daft," growled the Scot.

"It's as plain as the neb on yer face that he canna dae wi' a', so he just picked the twa skippers and the lassie; he kent weel she wadna stir an inch withoot Hozier." Norrie was right, as it happened, but Watts added another grudge to his score against De Sylva.
Now, though dynasties totter and empires crash, the first thing a woman thinks of when bidden to a public gathering is her attire.

Iris declared most emphatically that to expect her to go ashore and meet certain military and civic dignitaries while she was wearing a costume originally purchased for mountaineering, which had endured the rough usage of the past two days, was "for to laugh." She was speaking French, and that was the literal phrase she used.

The courteous San Benavides smiled away her protest.

His Excellency had foreseen the difficulty.