"Give the young woman time." "Blowed if I'm going to wait no longer," says the giant, licking his coarse blue lips.

"'Ere we've been bluffed off day arter day, and kep' dancin' round the Dandy's wench like a parcel o' dogs.

The fever's aboard, and we've got all ready.

What's the use o' waitin'?
Orfice, or no orfice, I'm for bizness at once!--" "-- There, look at that," he added, with an oath, as the figure of Maurice Frere appeared side by side with that of the waiting-maid, and the two turned away up the deck together.
"It's all right, you confounded muddlehead!" cried the Crow, losing patience with his perverse and stupid companion.

"How can she give us the office with that cove at her elbow ?" Gabbett's only reply to this question was a ferocious grunt, and a sudden elevation of his clenched fist, which caused Mr.Vetch to retreat precipitately.