You were just an unfortunate gentleman then." "And what else would you be calling me now ?" "Hardly unfortunate.

We have heard of your good fortune on the seas--how your luck has passed into a byword.

And we have heard other things: of your good fortune in other directions." She spoke hastily, the thought of Mademoiselle d'Ogeron in her mind.
And instantly would have recalled the words had she been able.

But Peter Blood swept them lightly aside, reading into them none of her meaning, as she feared he would.
"Aye--a deal of lies, devil a doubt, as I could prove to you." "I cannot think why you should trouble to put yourself on your defence," she discouraged him.
"So that ye may think less badly of me than you do." "What I think of you can be a very little matter to you, sir." This was a disarming stroke.

He abandoned combat for expostulation.
"Can ye say that now?
Can ye say that, beholding me in this livery of a service I despise?
Didn't ye tell me that I might redeem the past?
It's little enough I am concerned to redeem the past save only in your eyes.
In my own I've done nothing at all that I am ashamed of, considering the provocation I received." Her glance faltered, and fell away before his own that was so intent.
"I...