There's that maid, too.

Tell her to keep to herself a little more.
She has a trick of roaming about the ship I don't like.

Infection is easily spread, and children always sicken sooner than grown-up people." Vickers pressed his lips together.

This old man, with his harsh, dissonant voice, and hideous practicality, seemed like a bird of ill omen.
Blunt, hitherto silently listening, put in a word for defence of the absent woman.

"The wench is right enough, Pine," said he.