The tears of few women did.

He was only concerned in getting hold of some positive facts upon which he could base his judgment.
"Come, now," he said in an authoritative voice, "let me get that chair and set down and then I'll see what all this amounts to.

Sounds like a yarn of a horse-marine." As he spoke he crossed the room and, dragging a rocking-chair from its place beside the wall, settled himself in it.
Martha found a seat upon the sofa and turned her tear-stained face toward him.
"Now, what's these young people been doin' that makes ye so almighty narvous ?" he continued, lying back in his chair and looking at her from under his bushy eyebrows, his fingers supporting his forehead.
"Everything.

Goes out sailin' with her and goes driftin' past with his head in her lap.

Fogarty's man who brings fish to the house told me." She had regained something of her old composure now.
"Anything else ?" The captain's voice had a relieved, almost condescending tone in it.