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| The ladies | 188 |
| The Hon. Miss Cecilia Ossulton | 190 |
| 'Fie! Mr. Vaughan,' cried Cecilia Ossulton; 'you know it came from your heart' | 197 |
| Lieutenant Appleboy | 201 |
| 'Salt water, sir!' cried Jem. 'Yes, sir,' replied Mr. Appleboy, tossing the contents of the tumbler in the boy's face | 206 |
| The captain of the Happy-go-lucky, Jack Pickersgill | 210 |
| Jeannette held her finger up to Corbett, saying, with a smile, 'méchant!' and then quitted the room | 214 |
| The gun was loaded, and not being more than a mile from the smuggler, actually threw the ball almost a quarter of the way | 219 |
| 'Well, gentlemen, what do you want?' said Pickersgill | 222 |
| 'Pirates!—bloody, murderous stick-at-nothing pirates!' replied the steward | 229 |
| 'Upon my soul, my lord,' cried Maddox, dropping on his knees, 'there is no Burgundy on board—ask the ladies' | 237 |
| Miss Ossulton, frightened out of her wits, took his arm; and, with Mrs. Lascelles on the other, they went up to the hotel | 245 |
| 'Mrs. Lascelles,' said Pickersgill, 'before we part, allow me to observe, that it is you who have induced me to give up my profession——' | 255 |
