“What is he?” asked Hayes.
“'E's a (blessed) Soopreme Court Judge, wears a (gory) wig big enough
to make chafin' gear for a (crimson) fleet o' ships; 'e lives at Guvment
'Ouse, and Vs rollin' in money an' drinks like a (carmine) fish. I
thought I might see somethin' about the ------ in a (blank) Sydney
noospaper. I'll come in for all his (ensanguined) money when 'e dies.”
Bully gave him a bottle of gin after a while. Then he hurriedly bade us
farewell and went ashore.