I tell you, lad, that I am all undone, like a fretted bow-string.
Mali-ya-bwana, under his directions, had undone the loads containing the lanterns.
I must make him believe that I prefer a commoner for my son-in-law, or we are all undone with him.
It is done—it cannot be undone: I am a weak, ruined, dishonoured wretch!
I care not on what terms I have it—I care not what becomes ...