No mother's hand could have been more tender than hers.
She bound up my head, and covered my wounded eye with a lean piece of fresh beef.

It was almost compensation for the murderous assault, and my suffering, that it furnished and occasion for the manifestation, once more, of the orignally( sic) characteristic kindness of my mistress.

Her affectionate heart was not yet dead, though much hardened by time and by circumstances.
As for Master Hugh's part, as I have said, he was furious about it; and he gave expression to his fury in the usual forms of speech in that locality.

He poured curses on the heads of the whole ship yard company, and swore that he would have satisfaction for the outrage.
His indignation was really strong and healthy; but, unfortunately, it resulted from the thought that his rights of property, in my person, had not been respected, more than from any sense of the outrage committed on me _as a man_.

I inferred as much as this, from the fact that he could, himself, beat and mangle when it suited him to do so.