"Deuce take the women!" and each time he repeated the words he sprang to his oars and rowed as if for bare life.
The next day the same lovely weather continued, and the sea lay as smooth as oil in the bright sunshine.

An English lobster-cutter was in the offing, with sails flapping against the mast, and the slack in the taut rigging could be seen as the craft heaved lazily to and fro on the gentle swell.

Madeleine sat by the window; she did not care to go out.
Her eye followed the lobster-cutter, which she knew well: it was the _Flying Fish_, Captain Crab, of Hull.
So Per must have been out with lobsters that morning: she wondered if he had caught many.

Perhaps he might have done himself harm by his efforts of yesterday.

She went out on to the slope, and looked down into the harbour.