Good Intentions - Ship's Company, Part 3. by W. W. Jacobs
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worships the ground I tread on. She thinks there is nobody like me in
the whole wide world.' "'Let's 'ope she'll think so arter you're married,' I ses, trying to cheer him up. "'I'm not going to get married,' he ses. 'Leastways, not to 'er. But 'ow to get out of it without breaking her 'art and being had up for breach o' promise I can't think. And if the other one got to 'ear of it, I should lose her too.' "'Other one?' I ses, 'wot other one?' "Cap'n Tarbell shook his 'ead and smiled like a silly gal. "'She fell in love with me on top of a bus in the Mile End Road,' he ses. 'Love at fust sight it was. She's a widder lady with a nice little 'ouse at Bow, and plenty to live on-her 'usband having been a builder. I don't know what to do. You see, if I married both of 'em it's sure to be found out sooner or later.' "'You'll be found out as it is,' I ses, 'if you ain't careful. I'm surprised at you.' "'Yes,' he ses, getting up and walking backwards and forwards; 'especially as Mrs. Plimmer is always talking about coming down to see the ship. One thing is, the crew won't give me away; they've been with me too long for that. P'r'aps you could give me a little advice, Bill.' "I did. I talked to that man for an hour and a'arf, and when I 'ad |
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