Look here, this won't do.

The Gnat's going below to see His Excellency Ching Baron fancee shop, and Knight of the Tow-chang, without putting on a clean shirt." "Go and report him to the captain.

Why, worse and worse, he hasn't shaved!" "No, that he hasn't." "Well, I haven't got any razors like you fellows have," I retorted.

"I say, Tanner, have you stropped yours up lately?
Smithy's are getting rusty with the sea air." "You're getting rusty with the sea air," grumbled Smith, who was very proud of the possession of a pair of razors with Sunday and Monday etched on the blades.

He had once or twice shown them to me, saying that they were a present from his father, who was going to leave him the other five, which completed the days of the week, in his will.
I remember how I offended him at the time by saying-- "Well, that will be quite as soon as you want them." "Look here," said Smith rather haughtily, after a look at Barkins; "we've been talking this business over, and it is time it was stopped." "What do you mean ?" I said.
"Oh, you know well enough.