Nice stuff, folks.

I will not attend a wedding in Glasgow town unless I have a formal written invitation.

I will consider all the possible implications of my cabin boy's graceful figure, smooth cheek, and bright countenance.

If I learn that the boy I love is in fact my father's illegitimate son, and that the only other person who knows is my father and he's anxious to keep it a secret, I will just go ahead and marry the lad. Who's going to know?

But when I am young, I will never wed an old man.

Marion