I , Allan Quatermain , of Durban , Natal , Gentleman , make oath oath and say say -- That 's how I headed head my deposition deposition before the magistrate about poor Khiva 's and Ventvögel 's sad deaths ; but somehow it does n't seem quite the right way to begin a book .

There was a look of exasperation on his usually patient face , and a muttered oath oath , picked pick up no doubt on the godless Stock Exchange , escaped his lips .

The captain glared glare at him for a while , flapped flap his hand again , glared glare still harder , and at last broke out with a villainous , low oath oath , " Silence , there , between decks ! "