Runnin' off and leavin' a wife like you to--Oh, my God! when I think I might have been your husband to look out for you and take care of you! That you might have been with me on board my ships.

That, when I come down the companion on stormy nights I might have found you there to comfort me and--O Keziah! we aren't young any more.

What's the use of foolin'?
I want you.

I'm goin' to have you.

Coffin is dead these ten years.