Whereupon the captain tell him that he had better be quick⁠—with blood⁠—for that his ship will leave the place⁠—of blood⁠—before the turn of the tide⁠—with blood. Then the thin man smile and say that of course he must go when he think fit; but he will be surprise if he go quite so soon. The captain swear again, polyglot, and the thin man make him bow, and thank him, and say that he will so far intrude on his kindness as to come aboard before the sailing. Final the captain, more red than ever, and in more tongues tell him that he doesn’t want no Frenchmen⁠—with bloom upon them and also with blood⁠—in his ship⁠—with blood on her also. And so, after asking where there might be close at hand a ship where he might purchase ship forms, he departed.

“No one knew where he went ‘or bloomin’ well cared,’ as they said, for they had something else to think of⁠—well with blood again; for it soon became apparent to all that the Czarina Catherine