"Can I tell the ladies you'll be visiting?" Dixon looked back at the cart as if it were a dead body. "If you got some rope, I could clear that chimney for you." "I could get some rope." "Don't buy it. Borrow some from Henry the Fisher at the south docks. He ain't using it today. Tell him it's for me. He'll be..." He looked at her and chuckled. "How about I go get it." "Whatever you think is best." "Best not to send a woman who looks like you across town to a surly fisherman's bar." He stared at her a moment and shook his head. "What?" "You're a beautiful woman, Gwen." "Thank you, Dixon." "What I meant is that no one should ever mistake you for a man." "I don't think anyone ever has." "You keep acting this way and they might. For a second there I did." "That's not good news for a woman in my profession." "How do you think it makes me feel? Just got a new job and discovered I'm blind all in the same day." "Just so long as you're not deaf and dumb." "No promises. You get me as I am." "I'll take it."