"There's no harm in making a clean breast of it." "I wanted to ask you not to swear those horrible oaths.

I tremble lest God, whose great name you blaspheme, should smite you dead with those curses on your lips," said Blair earnestly.
Brimstone had the long blade of the knife open.

He gave an angry thrust at Blair, which the lad skilfully avoided, but without a shadow of fear in his fine face.

"None of that talk," exclaimed Brimstone.

"We say _what_ we please and _when_ we please on board the Molly.