The sea, perhaps because of its saltness, roughens the outside but keeps sweet the kernel of its servants' soul.

He's just not that fussed about going to the party.

I am a little overtired by my drive, my dear, said he, creeping from the blaze of daylight towards a snug sofa beside the fireplace.

Yeah, but you heard what Blake said. We wouldn't stand a chance against Pike's mob. They're a right bunch of yobbos.