Chapter

 1 II  |          Manchester engineer. John Ruby, a Cardiff merchant; and
 2 IV  |         our fellow-passengers, Mr. Ruby, is the type of a vulgar
 3 IV  |       tout-son merite;” but to Mr. Ruby the phrase seems altogether
 4 VIII|         Falsten, Mr. Kear, nor Mr. Ruby are the men to take it up,
 5 X   |         Falsten, the engineer, and Ruby, the merchant whom I had
 6 X   |               Pooh! pooh!” replied Ruby; “it’s all right; it is
 7 X   |            properly secured,” said Ruby, “tight enough; I have no
 8 X   |   continued to remonstrate, whilst Ruby answered by shrugging his
 9 X   | involuntary impulse I rushed up to Ruby, and seized him by the shoulder.~“
10 XI  |             Mr. Kazallon, where is Ruby now?”~“On the poop,” I said.~“
11 XI  |           then come with me, sir?”~Ruby and Falsten were sitting
12 XI  |       Curtis walked straight up to Ruby, and asked him whether what
13 XI  |             Yes, quite true,” said Ruby, complacently, thinking
14 XI  |       about the facts of the case. Ruby only confirmed what I had
15 XI  |            late: their effect upon Ruby was electrical. He was paralyzed
16 XI  |      Curtis endeavoured to silence Ruby’s ravings, whilst I, in
17 XI  |         further progress; that Mr. Ruby had been unduly excited
18 XI  |           place. Fortunately, even Ruby himself in the midst of
19 XI  |            we were exposed through Ruby’s imprudence. Curtis himself
20 XI  |          the person of the unhappy Ruby, who, quite beside himself,
21 XIII|      Curtis reserved the other for Ruby, who, a raving maniac, had
22 XIV |         the horror of it all.~Poor Ruby, indeed, is lost and gone,
23 XIV |       picrate? perhaps, after all, Ruby had deceived us and there
24 XVI |          part of the hold in which Ruby’s luggage had been deposited;
25 XXI |          substance with which poor Ruby had so grievously imperilled