“I say it’s a pity ‘twas dressed.”
“What was dressed?”
“What! why, the Crab!”
“The Crab—dressed!”
“Ay. They’re a deal safer not dressed.”
“Are they?”
“She knows it too.”
“Does she?”
“But there—them women likes a spice of danger. She’s in a nice state now, you bet. Not much sleep for her, I’ll lay. Well, I tried to keep her from it, so you needn’t blame me.”
“I won’t,” said the Prophet, feeling completely dazed.