The ship's in splendid condition; there's next to nothing wrong with her but the garboard streak and the sternpost.

I tell you Lloyd's is a ring like everybody else; only it's an English ring, and that's what deceives you.

If it was American, you would be crying it down all day.

It's Anglomania, common Anglomania," he cried, with growing irritation.
"I will not make money by risking men's lives," was my ultimatum.
"Great Caesar! isn't all speculation a risk?
Isn't the fairest kind of shipowning to risk men's lives?
And mining--how's that for risk?
And look at the elevator business--there's danger, if you like! Didn't I take my risk when I bought her?
She might have been too far gone; and where would I have been?
Loudon," he cried, "I tell you the truth: you're too full of refinement for this world!" "I condemn you out of your own lips," I replied.

"'The fairest kind of shipowning,' says you.