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The Guardian Angel - Ship's Company, Part 7. by W. W. Jacobs
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"'Now then Ginger,' ses Sam bustling up with Peter Russet, 'wot's all
this? Wot yer doing?'

"'It's the thief,' ses Ginger. 'It's our lodger. You keep still!' he
ses shaking the man. 'D'ye hear?'

"Peter gave a shout of joy, and stood by to help.

"'Nonsense!' ses old Sam, turning pale. 'You've been drinking, Ginger.
This comes of standing you 'arf-pints.'

"'It's him right enough,' ses Ginger. 'I'd know 'is ugly face anywhere.'

"'You come off 'ome at once,' ses Sam, very sharp, but his voice
trembling. 'At once. D'ye hear me?'

"'Fetch a policeman, Peter,' ses Ginger.

"'Let the pore feller go, I tell you,' ses Sam, stamping his foot. ''Ow
would you like to be locked up? 'Ow would you like to be torn away from
your wife and little ones? 'Ow would you--'

"'Fetch a policeman, Peter,' ses Ginger agin. 'D'ye hear?'

"'Don't do that, guv'nor,' ses the lodger. 'You got your money back.
Wot's the good o' putting me away?'

"'Got our wot back?' ses Ginger, shaking 'im agin. 'Don't you try and be
funny with me, else I'll tear you into little pieces.'

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