We can give you a few English things that may be a change to you." This invitation I gladly accepted for two reasons.

One was because the suspicions of the Captain of the Port had aroused my curiosity, and the other was because I had, honestly speaking, taken a great fancy to Hornby.
The captain of the _Lola_, a short, thickset Scotsman from Dundee, with a barely healed cicatrice across his left cheek, called at the Consulate at two o'clock and made his report, which appeared to me to be a very lame one.

He struck me as being unworthy his certificate, for he was evidently entirely out of his bearings when the accident occurred.

The owner and his friend Chater were in their berths asleep, when suddenly he discovered that the vessel was making no headway.

They had, in fact, run upon the dangerous shoal without being aware of it.