I was bloomin' well sure you was a gentleman as soon as I set eyes on yer." I had taken a dislike to him at first, and as he helped to dress me this dislike increased.

There was something repulsive about his touch.

I shrank from his hand; my flesh revolted.

And between this and the smells arising from various pots boiling and bubbling on the galley fire, I was in haste to get out into the fresh air.

Further, there was the need of seeing the captain about what arrangements could be made for getting me ashore.
A cheap cotton shirt, with frayed collar and a bosom discoloured with what I took to be ancient blood-stains, was put on me amid a running and apologetic fire of comment.