"When she sails," said she, "he sails in her.
If you had heard him talking as I have heard him, you would not doubt that.

And if he sails, I sail." Martin's soul grew quite sad.

There were very good reasons to believe that this dear girl might sail away from Bridgetown, and from him.

She might come back to the town, but she might not come back to him.
"Mistress Kate," said he, looking very earnestly at her, "do you know that such speech as this makes my heart sink?
You know I love you, I have told you so before.

If you were to sail away, I care not to what port, this world would be a black place for me." "That is like a lover," she exclaimed a little pertly; "it is like them all, every man of them.