Why, the other night, when the engine got tangled, he was as timid as a woman.

That shock he had with the coal, as I said before, has broken his nerve, big man as he is." "Hungerford," I said, "you do not generally croak, but you are earning the character of the raven for yourself to-night.

The thing is growing on you.

What IS the use of bringing up unpleasant subjects?
You are an old woman." I fear there was the slightest irritation in my voice; but, truth is, the last few days' experiences had left their mark on me, and Hungerford's speech and manner had suddenly grown trying.
He stood for a moment looking at me with direct earnestness from under his strong brows, and then he stepped forward, and, laying his hand upon my arm, rejoined: "Do not be raw, Marmion.

I'm only a blunt, stupid sailor; and, to tell you God's truth, as I have told you before, every sailor is superstitious--every real sailor.