"I suppose I ought to dress myself in ash cloth and sashes, shut myself up in my state room always when off duty, and shed penitential tears from the rising of the sun to the going down of the same, and during the lone watches of the night, and in fortifying my soul against the monstrous sin of audacity.

I will think of it." "I hope you have no feeling about this matter, Mr.Passford," said the captain, rising from his chair and taking Christy by the hand.
"Not a particle, Captain Blowitt.

I am absolutely sure that you would have done precisely what I did, if you had been in my situation," protested Christy.

"About the last thing my father talked about to me when we parted in this cabin in New York Harbor was the necessity of prudence and discretion in the discharge of my duties; and I am sure his advice saved me from falling into the traps set for me by Hungerford and Pawcett, and enabled me to capture two of the enemy's crack steamers." "I will never use the word audacity or the adjective audacious to you again, Christy.

I see that it nettles you, to say the least," added the captain, pressing his hand with more earnestness.
"I am perfectly willing you should apply both words to me when I deserve it.