Wi' them it's "coompany, coompany, coompany," an' they think a man's no better than theirsels.

A'd have yo' to know a've a vast o' thoughts in myself', as I'm noane willing to lay out for t' benefit o' every man.

A've niver gotten time for meditation sin' a were married; leastways, sin' a left t' sea.

Aboard ship, wi' niver a woman wi'n leagues o' hail, and upo' t' masthead, in special, a could.' 'Then I'd better tell Donkin as we've no work for him,' said Sylvia, instinctively managing her father by agreeing with him, instead of reasoning with or contradicting him.
'Now, theere you go!' wrenching himself round, for fear Sylvia should carry her meekly made threat into execution.

'Ugh! ugh!' as his limb hurt him.