"Ax your pardon, sir," returned one of the men; "
you're pretty free with some of the rules; maybe you'll kindly keep an eye upon the rest.
You're quite excited....You're lying!...That was a cry, there was a cry!...There is some one in the torture-chamber!...
You know perfectly well that
you're tremendously relieved that you haven't got to marry the girl after all.
Suppose
you're married, you love your wife, but
you're fascinated by another woman..."
Already
you're an hour behind: Yet Generosity is best.
You know
you're not allowed to play games on Sunday."
You may say what you like, but I don't believe that's religion; for what's the Sermon on the Mount about, as
you're so fond o' reading to the boys, but doing what other folks 'ud have you do?
I reckon
you're a kind of a singed cat, as the saying is -- better'n you look.
But
you're built just right if anybody should ask you.
Indeed, Mr Dennis appeared to think it an uncommon circumstance, and to banter himself upon it; for he thrust his hat on one side as some men do when they are in a waggish humour, sucked the head of his stick with a higher relish, and smiled as though he would say, 'Dennis,
you're a rum dog;
you're a queer fellow;
you're capital company, Dennis, and quite a character!'
"But I want to speak to you, please, when
you're at liberty."
You think
you're a good deal of a big-bug, DON'T you?"