Skilled Assistance - Ship's Company, Part 9. by W. W. Jacobs
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"Arry,' I ses, when he 'ad finished, 'you're a masterpiece!' "'I know I am,' he ses. 'Wot about that other 'arf-quid?' "'Here it is,' I ses, giving it to 'im. 'Fair masterpiece, that's wot you are. They may well call you Artful. Shake 'ands.' "I patted 'im on the shoulder arter we 'ad shook 'ands, and we stood there smiling at each other and paying each other compliments. "'Fancy 'em sitting 'ere and waiting for you to come back from that bite,' I ses. "'I ought to 'ave 'ad more off of him,' ses 'Arry. ''Owever, it can't be helped. I think I'll 'ave a lay down for a bit; I'm tired.' "'Better be off,' I ses, shaking my 'ead. 'Time passes, and they might come back afore you think.' "'Well, wot of it?' ses 'Arry. "'Wot of it?' I ses. 'Why, it'ud spoil everything. It 'ud be blue ruin.' "'Are you sure?' ses 'Arry'. "'Sartin,' I ses. |
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