Good Intentions - Ship's Company, Part 3. by W. W. Jacobs
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I tried to look as if she didn't belong to me. When she left off she
smiled and said she was farther off than ever, and arter three or four wot was standing there 'ad begged 'er to have another try, I 'ad to pay for the two. "The 'ouse was pretty full when we got in, but she didn't take no notice of that. Her idea was that she could walk about all over the place looking for Cap'n Tarbell, and it took three men in buttons and a policeman to persuade 'er different. We were pushed into a couple o' seats at last, and then she started finding fault with me. "'Where is Cap'n Tarbell?' she ses. 'Why don't you find him?' "'I'll go and look for 'im in the bar presently,' I ses. 'He's sure to be there, arter a turn or two.' "I managed to keep 'er quiet for 'arf an hour--with the 'elp of the people wot sat near us--and then I 'ad to go. I 'ad a glass o' beer to pass the time away, and, while I was drinking it, who should come up but the cook and one of the hands from the Lizzie and Annie. "'We saw you,' ses the cook, winking; 'didn't we Bob?' "'Yes,' ses Bob, shaking his silly 'ead; 'but it wasn't no surprise to me. I've 'ad my eye on 'im for a long time past.' "'I thought 'e was married,' ses the cook. "'So he is,' ses Bob, 'and to the best wife in London. I know where she lives. Mine's a bottle o' Bass,' he ses, turning to me. |
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