1
The Doctor worried, fretted, stormed, fumed, and declared I was to blame for the whole cussed thing.
2
Came in here to tell you about it; and when I go back the cussed thing isn't there.
3
Be that as it may, when you see the cussed thing on the road, jump into the ditch and lie low.
4
"Now the cussed thing's ready, Sawbones, and you'll just out with another five, or here she stays."