She was not slow, now, to imagine that his agency had not been trifling in carrying on the present fraud.
"You do not openly call your lugger le Feu-Follet, Raoul," she answered, after a minute's pause; "that would be a dangerous name to utter, even in Porto Ferrajo.

It is not a week since I heard a mariner dwelling on her misdeeds, and the reasons that all good Italians have to detest her.
It is fortunate the man is away, or he could not fail to know you." "Of that I am not so certain, Ghita.

We alter our paint often, and, at need, can alter our rig.

You may be certain, however, that we hide our Jack-o'-Lantern, and sail under another name.

The lugger, now she is in the English service, is called the 'Ving-and-Ving.'" "I heard the answer given to the hail from the shore, but it sounded different from this." "Non--Ving-and-Ving.