"It's the rheumatics. It's got into my feet and my shoulders. It's a pain as no spirits can stand up against."
"Are you doing anything to ease your suffering?"
"I drinks a drop of rum when it comes on very bad. I've given up rubbing. I've been rubbed till I've scarce got any skin left."
"I'll speak to Miss Acton. I am sure she will have something that is good for rheumatism, and if she has I will send it you."
"I thank you, Miss," said he, with an incredulous smile. "Was you going on board?"
"No. What a big ship she looks compared with the other two! It is difficult to think of her alone in the middle of the sea. I can only imagine her lying at a wharf with protecting hills on each side. Does she sail fast?"
"Give her a good breeze and she can find her legs, but she ain't to be compared with the Aurora."
"She will be arriving shortly, I think."
"Doo any day, Miss, unless she's been nabbed, but the vessel that's going to take the Aurora 'ull want more than wings."
"When does the Minorca sail?"