Phew! Keep back there, and stand by for lavender!" Crash!.

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"Pf--f!" "Ar-r-r-ugh! Oh, merciful Heaven!" Captain Arbuthnot staggered back, clapping thumb and forefinger to his nose.
"PILCHARDS!" "SALT PILCHARDS!" "ROTTEN PILCHARDS!" Mr.Smellie opened his mouth, but collapsed in a fit of retching, as from right and left, and from the darkness all around him, a roar of Homeric laughter woke the echoes of the Cove.

Men rolled about laughing.

Men leaned against one another to laugh.
Already the preventive men on board the luggers--having been rash enough to prise open some half a dozen casks--had dropped overboard and were wading ashore, coughing and spitting as they came.