It was fair capping to listen to them.

There was some women present, slatterns all, and I told them to go home and red up their houses and comb up their hair, and try to look like decent cotton-spinners' wives.

And when this advice was cheered, the women began to get excited, and I thought I would be safer in Hatton Hall.

Women are queer creatures." "Were you ever married, Captain ?" "Not to any woman.

My ship is my wife.