Thank him on your knees to-night, and thank Joseph Double, my mate, when you rise, for he was the instrument of saving you from bad company.

If this was a vessel where you 'd hear an oath or smell the smell of liquor, I 'd have let you run when there was terra firma within stone's throw.

I came on board, I found you both asleep, with those marks of dissipation round your eyes, and I swore--in the Lord's name, mind you--I'd help pluck you out of the pit while you had none but one leg in.

It's said! It's no use barking.

I am not to be roused.