Truly he loved fighting; but the boldest sailor bears away at prospect of an action at law.

Popplewell saw this, and stuck to his advantage, and vowed, until bed-time, satisfaction he would have; and never lost the sight of it until he fell asleep.
Even now it was in his mind, as Carroway could see; his eyebrows meant it, and his very surly nod, and the way in which he put his hands far down into his pockets.

The poor lieutenant, being well aware that zeal had exceeded duty (without the golden amnesty of success), and finding out that Popplewell was rich and had no children, did his very best to look with real pleasure at him, and try to raise a loftier feeling in his breast than damages.

But the tanner only frowned, and squared his elbows, and stuck his knuckles sharply out of both his breeches pockets.
And Mrs.Popplewell, like a fat and most kind-hearted lady, stared at the officer as if she longed to choke him.
"I tell you again, Captain Anerley," cried the lieutenant, with his temper kindling, "that no consideration moved me, Sir, except that of duty.

As for my spying after any pretty girls, my wife, who is now down with her eighth baby, would get up sooner than hear of it.