Bark has a rough feel.

His only reference to the envoy who had denounced him is in respect of his conduct when Minister-General of the Franciscans as slackener of the Rule.

Do let's have him, when you begin to see a few people; and his whatdyecallem—his inamorato—eh, Miss Sharp; that's what you call it—comes.

My copilot uttered, I think we are headed for the bridge. No shit, Sherlock.