Then time would not have been lost, and very likely my life with it." He came to a gloomy conclusion.
"Your life?
What do you mean, Dick ?" "Just that.

What are my chances of getting away now ?" he asked her.

"Was there ever such infernal luck as mine?
The Telemachus will sail without me, and the only man who could and would have helped me to get out of this damned country is under arrest.

It's clear I shall have to shift for myself again, and I can't even do that for a day or two with my leg in this state.

I shall have to go back into that stuffy store-cupboard of yours till God knows when." He lost all self-control at the prospect and broke into imprecations of his luck.
She attempted to soothe him.