"I don't permit myself grog. It wouldn't do, you know. But I'll have a pipe. I see you don't object to smoke."
"Smoke and grog are the only things a man can look forward to with certainty after a stiff day's work. The sooner you can get your flock to cleanse out the sheepfolds the better, Mr. Shepherd. We had typhus here ten years ago, and it gave them such a scare that for one year the place was fairly sweet. Now it stinks as bad as ever, and I'll be hanged if I can stir them."
"I'll stir them, or I'll know the reason why!"
Dr. Yool studied the deep-set eyes and firm mouth before him for a good minute, and then said:
"Gad! I believe you will if any man can."
"Do you know East London?"
"Not intimately. I've seen enough of it to strengthen my preference for clean sand."
"This is heaven compared with it. I'm going to open these people's eyes to their advantages."
"You'll be a godsend if you can."
"I want you to tell me all you think fit about two naked boys I came across on the shore this morning. Carr'ns, they called themselves. Fine little lads, and next door to savages, as far as I could judge. I tried to pump Mrs. Jex, and she referred me to you."