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.

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.

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