Me and my son was among the sawdust, spite of our three crutches, and he spreading hands at us, sober as a judge, for lumps of ungenerous iniquity.

Mother Tapsy told us of it, the very next day, for it was not in our power to be ackirate when he done it, and we see everybody laffing at us round the corner.

But we took the wind out of his sails the next night, captain, you may warrant us.

Here's to your good health, Sir, afore I beats to win'ard." "Why, Joseph, you seem to be making up lost way for years of taciturnity in the tower.

They say there is a balance in all things." "We had the balance of him next night, and no mistake, your honor.
He was one of them 'longshore beggars as turns up here, there, and everywhere, galley-raking, like a stinking ray-fish when the tide goes out; thundering scoundrels that make a living of it, pushing out for roguery with their legs tucked up; no courage for smuggling, nor honest enough, they goes on anyhow with their children paid for.