The vice-governatore listened with attention, in the hope of catching something useful; but it all came to his ears a confused mass of incoherent vituperation, from which he could extract nothing.

The scene, consequently, soon became unpleasant, and Andrea Barrofaldi took measures to put an end to it.
Watching a favorable occasion to speak, he put in a word, as the excited Bolt paused an instant to take breath.
"Signore," observed the vice-governatore, "all this may be very true; but as coming from one who serves the Inglese, to one who is the servant of their ally, the Grand Duke of Tuscany, it is quite as extraordinary as it is uncalled for; and we will talk of other things.

This lugger, on board which you sail, is out of all question English, notwithstanding what you tell us of the nation." "Aye, _she_ is English," answered Ithuel, with a grim smile, "and a pretty boat she is.

But then it is no fault of hers, and what can't be cured must be endured.

A Guernsey craft, and a desperate goer, when she wakes up and puts on her travelling boots." "These mariners have a language of their own," remarked, Andrea to Vito Viti, smiling as in consideration of Ithuel's nautical habits; "to you and me, the idea of a vessel's using boots, neighbor, seems ridiculous; but the seamen, in their imaginations, bestow all sorts of objects on them.