"Smells horrid." "You are under arrest, sir.

Go! No; stop and hear me out first, sir.
I say that, through your delay, I am kept there on that wretched wharf; and when I do push off, I have--I, Her Majesty's representative, in the sight of these Chinese scoundrels--I have, I say, to suffer from the insult and contumely of being pelted, stoned, of having filth thrown at me.

Look at my nearly new uniform coat, sir.

Do you see this spot on the sleeve?
A mark that will never come out.

That was a blow, sir, made by a disgusting rotten fish's head, sir.