A short blue jacket of the finest Flemish cloth, and set (not too thickly) with embossed silver buttons, left properly open the strong brown neck, while a shirt of pale blue silk, with a turned-down collar of fine needle-work, fitted, without a wrinkle or a pucker, the broad and amply rounded chest.

Then a belt of brown leather, with an anchor clasp, and empty loops for either fire-arm or steel, supported true sailor's trousers of the purest white and the noblest man-of-war cut; and where these widened at the instep shone a lovely pair of pumps, with buckles radiant of best Bristol diamonds.

The wearer of all these splendors smiled, and seemed to become them as they became him.
"Well," thought Mary, "how free trade must pay! What a pity that he is not in the Royal Navy!" With his usual quickness, and the self-esteem which added such lustre to his character, the smuggler perceived what was passing in her mind, but he was not rude enough to say so.
"Young lady," he began--and Mary, with all her wisdom, could not help being fond of that--"young lady, I was quite sure that you would keep your word." "I never do anything else," she answered, showing that she scarcely looked at him.

"I have found this for you, and then good-by." "Surely you will wait to hear my thanks, and to know what made me dare to ask you, after all you had done for me already, to begin again for me.

But I am such an outcast that I never should have done it." "I never saw any one look more thoroughly unlike an outcast," Mary said; and then she was angry with herself for speaking, and glancing, and, worst of all, for smiling, "Ladies who live on land can never understand what we go through," Robin replied, in his softest voice, as rich as the murmur of the summer sea.
"When we expect great honors, we try to look a little tidy, as any one but a common boor would do; and we laugh at ourselves for trying to look well, after all the knocking about we get.