He […] put me in imminent danger of my life, by telling the natives that I was a Caffer, and not a Mussulman.

Her mother … sat by the fire in the full glory of a grogram gown, lammer beads, and a clean cockernony, whiffing a snug pipe of tobacco, and superintending the affairs of the kitchen.

‘Hooroo, come again!’ ‘Hooroo, we will.’

He will be on parole for nearly two more years.