Jesternavy

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

Lashersilk

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

Scaledandy

She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened. Kangarooband.

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.