I wonder you can speak with such levity about my daughter. I have always treated yours with proper respect.' 'You called them a pair of turnip-headed swabs once, when they were still in long clothes.' 'For shame, Jack: a hissing shame upon you. Those were your very own words when you showed them to me at Ashgrove before our voyage to the Mauritius. Your soul to the Devil.' 'Well, perhaps they were. Yes: you are quite right – I remember now – you warned me not to toss them into the air, as being bad for the intellects. I beg pardon.
( Patrick O'Brian )
[ The Wine-Dark Sea ]
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