She was to blame for it all; she who was going to hold the boat spellbound in this port until she knew when, with the irresistible power of a witch.
"Ah, these females!...

The devil always follows after petticoats like a lap-dog....

They are the ruination of our life." And the wrathful chastity of the cook continued hurling against womankind insults and curses equal to those of the first fathers of the church.
One morning the men washing down the deck sent a cry passing from stem to stern,--"The captain!" They saw him approaching in a launch, and the word was passed along through staterooms and corridors, giving new force to their arms, and lighting up their sluggish countenances.

The mate came up on deck and Caragol stuck his head out through the door of his kitchen.
At the very first glance, Toni foresaw that something important was about to happen.

The captain had a lively, happy air.