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Jack Ashore 237: I wouldn’t have her, [...] if all the generations of the two families, since Adam was an oakum boy in Deptford Dockyard, had been doing nothing else but making wills that it should be so. Jack Ashore II 124: ‘Perhaps, sir,’ said Mr. Dwindlebink, in a small-beer voice. Jack Ashore I 132: Groggy, you blinking varmint, you are already three sheets in the wind]. Jack Ashore I 177: The bluejackets clustered eagerly and anxiously towards where the gratings were rigged. Jack Ashore I 274: Amazonian Poll and the burly bum-boat woman, stepped ashore. Jack Ashore II 148: You will smoke, daddy? Jack Ashore III 273: It does my poor broken heart good to hear ye cuss that sodger – go it again, my daffy-down-dilly, and lay it on thick. Jack Ashore I 304: Then down with your deadlights, show your papers, whence from, where bound to? Jack Ashore I 297: Come, tramp with your dishclout, you fiddle-faced, dog-robbing, trencher-scraper. Jack Ashore I 297: Come, tramp with your dishclout, you fiddle-faced, dog-robbing, trencher-scraper. Jack Ashore I 294: The artfulness of her tater-faced dump of a daughter. Jack Ashore I 297: Come, tramp with your dishclout, you fiddle-faced, dog-robbing, trencher-scraper. Jack Ashore II 213: ‘John Truepenny,’ said the bumboat woman, ‘we have both made flaming noodles of ourselves.’. Jack Ashore I 310: By the great guns of the Old Glory, I’ll let the lubbers know that Jacks Ashore! Jack Ashore II 118: A mean-looking, drunken hound, that has just married his trollop. Jack Ashore III 273: It does my poor broken heart good to hear ye cuss that sodger – go it again, my daffydown-dilly, and lay it on thick. Jack Ashore 90: Poll, keep your distance just now, or stand clear;-—belay with your jaw tackle. Come, sit on my knee, Susan. Not a word, Poll. Jack Ashore I 37: This jolly, or private marine [...] had mysteriously disappeared with his charge. Jack Ashore II 152: I talked rubbish – I fancied myself above and better than the world, and no longer a mortal man. But another luff, and I should have been a wreck. Jack Ashore I 283: You affection-monger, you have married them already. Jack Ashore II 125: So, sir, if you will just step home and draw up something natty, [...] So set too, and begin driving the quill. Jack Ashore II 120: A sorry nincompoop – he is a contemptible ass. Jack Ashore I 294: The artfulness of her tater-faced dump of a daughter. Jack Ashore II 125: ‘What a land-shark!’ said Horatio, in a most elegant stage whisper. Jack Ashore I 308: The taking of a sight had not yet prevailed [...] in the present classical costermonger style; but Jack [...] made an intelligible action of contempt. Jack Ashore I 294: Polls not so green – no, no – not quite so spooney. Jack Ashore III 273: It does my poor broken heart good to hear ye cuss that sodger – go it again, my daffydown-dilly, and lay it on thick. Jack Ashore II 155: My wife is going to be hung – I’ve been nabbed for debt – I am bound over to appear at ’sizes agin Poll, and thus, after a way, help to tuck her up. Jack Ashore I 300: Poll [...] as sure as bogs are bogs, I’ll wop you into a mummy if you are not quiet.