Lor' bless you, miss, I no fear of the dead.

At both ends of life us be harmless.
It is in the life, and mostways in the middle of it, we makes all the death for one another." This was true enough; and I only nodded to him, fearing to interject any new ideas from which he might go rambling.
"Well, that there figure were no joke, mind you," the old man continued, as soon as he had freshened his narrative powers with another pinch of snuff, "being tall and grim, and white in the face, and very onpleasant for to look at, and its eyes seemed a'most to burn holes in the air.

No sooner did I see that it were not a ghostie, but a living man the same as I be, than my knees begins to shake and my stumps of teeth to chatter.

And what do you think it was stopped me, miss, from slipping round this corner, and away by belfry?
Nort but the hoddest idea you ever heared on.

For all of a suddint it was borne unto my mind that the Lord had been pleased to send us back the Captain; not so handsome as he used to be, but in the living flesh, however, in spite of they newspapers.