( He flinches in the way of every man whose dignity has been bruised by that common, cursed commodity, the inconvenient truth.
But, at least the lad speaks with something not unlike elegance, and Mr. Briggs can be persuaded to contrive a last few inklings of patience for his fumbling, despite the clear and broad transgression. He mutters, well and dark: )
Who's speaking of pirates? ( Do I look to you like a pirate, lad? I would be careful, if I were you, with casting such aspersions that may darken the name of good people of integrity.
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But, at least the lad speaks with something not unlike elegance, and Mr. Briggs can be persuaded to contrive a last few inklings of patience for his fumbling, despite the clear and broad transgression. He mutters, well and dark: )
Who's speaking of pirates? ( Do I look to you like a pirate, lad? I would be careful, if I were you, with casting such aspersions that may darken the name of good people of integrity.