But that is no concern of ours; and once for all, if such things must be said, I beg that they may not be said by you." In the present age, Mrs.Twemlow would have got sharp answer.

But her daughter only looked aggrieved, and glanced at Mrs.Stubbard, as if to say, "Well, time will show whether I deserve it." And then they hastened on, among the worse class, to the headland.
Not only all the fishing-smacks, and Captain Stubbard's galley, but every boat half as sound as a hat, might now be seen near the grounded vessel, preparing to labour or look on.

And though the White Pig was allowed to be three-quarters of a mile from the nearest point, the mighty voice of Captain Zeb rode over the flickering breadth of sea, and through the soft babble of the waves ashore.

The wind was light from southwest, and the warp being nearly in the same direction now, the Blonde began to set her courses, to catch a lift of air, when the tide should come busily working under her.

And this would be the best tide since she took the ground, last Sunday week, when the springs were going off.