A composure that has now reached a terminus, I fear. He drew a breath and Lam tightened his grip. I pictured my punctured cadaver floating face up in the harbor. They tell me you hail from the North Ward. His cane waved in grand flourish.
Some fine lads come here from the North Ward.
And many an errant boy must learn their lessons in a most difficult fashion. You seem to be one of those. Please let me go. I jellyfished against Yancy's grasp, seeking refuge. Succor from above.