midnight
Shame ! 't is base , 't is idiotic . And this did the unlucky Handsell find to his cost . I believe he was slain in a midnight affray with some Riding Officers of the Customs close unto Deal , about two years after his going into a trade that was as mean as it was perilous . So no more Hope for me from that quarter . The skipper of _ The Protestant Pledge _ would have retained me on board for a Carouse ; but I had too much care for my Head and my Liver for such pranks , and went back , as dolefully as might be , to keep Maum Buckey 's washing-books . I chafed at the thought that I could do no more .