Though her time was evidently precious, she could not resist the temptation of listening to praises of herself.
"I know you're above me, Miss Sarah.

You're a lady, but I love yer, I do, and you drives me wild with yer tricks." "Do I ?" "Do yer?
Yes, yer do.

What did yer come an' make up to me for, and then go sweetheartin' with them others ?" "What others ?" "Why, the cuddy folk--the skipper, and the parson, and that Frere.

I see yer walkin' the deck wi' un o' nights.

Dom 'um, I'd put a bullet through his red head as soon as look at un." "Hush! Miles dear--they'll hear you." Her face was all aglow, and her expanded nostrils throbbed.