( Someone had to do it. As if he doesn't employ a great wealth of (dis)honest men, perfectly equal to whatever task the Pariah sets before them. A good ship, she. Sturdy. Strong. At hard wind, she barely flinches. )

I have never walked a better man. ( This, with dry lips and eyes sunken, and a look to him of deep-dug pallor. ) Come down. This is a good ship, fairer than her sister passed. We don't want you on your conscience.

( Great old fall that this would be from the mast, and she a woman fair and frail, by the looks of her. And suppose Samuel Vane never learned at a fancy school with virtuous gentlemen, but he knows the women they keep, he knows how she'd fit among them. How they'd all crumble down. )