Leave him to me." "Oh, you be, be you ?" said the man.

"Then pray my son back to me! Pray back a nine-thousand-dollar boat an' a thousand quintal of fish.

If you'd left me alone my widow could ha' gone on to the Provident an' worked fer her board, an' never known--an' never known.

Now I'll hev to tell her." "There ain't nothin' to say," said Disko.

"Better lie down a piece, Jason Olley." When a man has lost his only son, his summer's work, and his means of livelihood, in thirty counted seconds, it is hard to give consolation.
"All Gloucester men, wasn't they ?" said Tom Platt, fiddling helplessly with a dory-becket.
"Oh, that don't make no odds," said Jason, wringing the wet from his beard.