tellyouIfearherfangs。Why，ifshecould，she’dmakemeasthatpoormanis，blind，orevenbutcherme。Well，she’smymother，andI’vesworn，sothere’sanend。Now，youOlaf，youarethatsamecaptain，areyounot，whodashedthepoisonedfigfrommylipsthatthistendermotherofminewouldhaveletmeeatwhenIwasinliquor；
yes，andwouldhaveswallowedityourselftosavemefrommyfolly？“
“Iamthatman，Augustus。“
“Aye，youarethatman，andoneofwhomallthecityhasbeentalking。
Theysay，sopoorisyourtaste，thatyouturnedyourbackuponthefavoursofanEmpressbecauseofsomeyounggirlyoudaredtolove。