He said she was like a hurricane that never blows from one quarter,
but veers about to all points of the compass. He likened her to a
painted galley, curiously rigged, with a leak in her hold, which
her husband would never be able to stop. He observed that her
inclinations were like the Bay of Biscay; for why? because you may
heave your deep sea lead long enough without ever reaching the
bottom; that he who comes to anchor on a wife may find himself
moored in d--d foul ground, and after all, can't for his blood slip
his cable; and that, for his own part, though he might make short
trips for pastime, he would never embark in woman on the voyage of
life, he was afraid of foundering in the first foul weather.
In all probability, these insinuations made some impression on the
mind of Mr. Pickle, who was not very much inclined to run great
risks of any kind; but the injunctions and importunities of his
sister, who was bent upon the match, overbalanced the opinion of his
sea friends, who finding him determined to marry, notwithstanding
all the hints of caution they had thrown out, resolved to accept his
invitation, and honoured his nuptials with their presence accordingly.
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