You've got to send him away." She had not moved from her position in the middle of the room.
The captain changed color and his voice lost its sharpness.
"Bart! What's he done now ?" "He sneaks off with our Lucy every chance he gets.

They were on the beach yesterday hidin' behind the House o' Refuge with their heads together.

She had on Miss Jane's red cloak, and Ann Gossaway thought it was Miss Jane, and I let it go at that." The captain looked at Martha incredulously for a moment, and then broke into a loud laugh as the absurdity of the whole thing burst upon him.
Then dropping back a step, he stood leaning against the old-fashioned sideboard, his elbows behind him, his large frame thrust toward her.
"Well, what if they were--ain't she pretty enough ?" he burst out.

"I told her she'd have 'em all crazy, and I hear Bart ain't done nothin' but follow in her wake since he seen her launched." Martha stepped closer to the captain and held her fist in his face.
"He's got to stop it.

Do ye hear me ?" she shouted.