An Ishmael--a wanderer upon the face of the earth--buffeted this way and that by the chill blast of man's ingratitude, more keenly toothed (as our divine Shakespeare observed) than winter's actual storm--but this by the way; it is not mine to anticipate more stable fortune, but rather to say with Lear--" "'Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!'" "I merely drop the suggestion--and I pass on." He folded his arms and passed on.

That is to say, he strode off in a hurry at a summons from Sam to stand by and pole the boat clear as the lower lock-gates were opened.
Somehow Tilda divined that Mr.and Mrs.Mortimer were in high spirits this morning, and it was with reasonable confidence that, after they had moored below locks and breakfasted, she sought Sam--who had withdrawn to the bows with his account book--and inquired how the performance had gone off.
"There was a small misunderstandin' at the close," he answered, looking up and pausing to moisten the lead of his pencil, "owin' to what the bills said about carriages at ten-thirty.

Which the people at Tizzer's Green took it that carriages was to be part of the show, an' everyone to be taken 'ome like a lord.

There was a man in the gallery, which is otherwise back seats at threppence, got up an' said he'd a-come on that contrack, an' no other.

Mortimer made 'im a speech, and when that wouldn' do I copped 'im on the back o' the neck." "An' after that, I s'pose, there was a free fight ?" "No," said Sam; "you 'd be surprised how quiet 'e took it.