What is it ?" "Guess," rejoined Blueskin, attempting to throw a gallant expression into his forbidding countenance.
Mrs.Sheppard trembled violently; and though she understood his meaning too well, she answered,--"I can't guess." "Well, then," returned the ruffian, "to put you out o' suspense, as the topsman remarked to poor Tom Sheppard, afore he turned him off, I'm come to make you an honourable proposal o' marriage.

You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter.

To-morrow, we'll go to the Fleet and get spliced.

Don't shake so.

What I said about your brat was all stuff.