He likes one occasional, and it's all I can do for a kindness he did me once.

I stayed all the afternoon and talked to him.

He likes to talk to me, though he's a highly eddicated man and I'm only an ignorant old sailor, because he's one of the folks that's GOT to talk or they're miserable, and he finds listeners scarce around here.

The Glen folks fight shy of him because they think he's an infidel.

He ain't that far gone exactly--few men is, I reckon--but he's what you might call a heretic.