He come with my loord, mind." "He might a' taken in his loordship, and be a Roossian spy to the bottom of him after all.

They mak' munselves up into all manner of disguisements, specially beards.

I've seed the Roossians with their beards many a time." "Maybe 'tis witchcraft.

Look to mun, putting mun's head under that black bag now! He'm after no good, I'll warrant.

If they ben't works of darkness, what be ?" "Leastwise he'm no right to go spying here on our quay, and never ax with your leave, or by your leave.