"That might have been me.

I was out on the rocks that night, close to Flint House." "'Tweren't you." Thalassa's reply was so low as to be almost inaudible.

"I don't know who it was, but I'll take my Bible oath it weren't you." "Who was it then ?" Charles asked breathlessly.
"A dead man, or his spirit.

I know that now, though I laughed when _he_ said it.

I know better now." He stopped suddenly, like one who has said too much, and looked moodily out to sea.
"What do you mean by that ?" "Never mind what I mean.