"O.P.

took me so sudden." "Oh, Sarah!" Mr.Pengelly expostulated.
"You did; you know you did, you rogue!" Mr.Pengelly took her amorous glance and turned to us.

"It seems like a dream," he said, and went out with the kettle.
The lady resumed her business-like air.

"We sail for Looe next tide.
It's queer now, your turning up like this." "Providential.

I came o' purpose, though, to look ye up." "I might ha' been a limpet." "Eh ?" "By the way you prised at me with that knife o' yours.