How she came to the wind, with all that water in her! The wind is all right for Portsmouth, and she will be a fine addition to the Navy." "But what is become of the other vessel, craft, corvette, or whatever you call her?
You say that she is scarcely hurt at all.

And if she gets off the White Pig's back in the night, she may come up and bombard us.
Not that I am afraid; but my wife is nervous, and the Rectory faces the sea so much.

If you have ordered away the Leda, which seems to have conquered both of them, the least you can do is to keep Captain Stubbard under arms all night in his battery." "I have a great mind to do so; it would be a good idea, for he was very much inclined to cut up rough to-day.

But he never would forgive me, he is such a hog at hammock--as we used to say, until we grew too elegant.
And he knows that the Blonde has hauled down her colours, and Scudamore is now prize-captain.

I have sent away most of her crew in the Leda, and I am not at all sure that we ought not to blow her up.