Skilled Assistance - Ship's Company, Part 9. by W. W. Jacobs
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and playing with 'is stick.
"'You've got your money,' ses the skipper; 'now go as quick as you can.' "'Arry smiled and nodded at him. Then he stepped on to the wharf and was just moving to the gate, with us follering, when the wicket opened and in came Mrs. Muffit and Uncle Dick. "'There he is,' ses Uncle Dick. 'That's the man!' "Mrs. Muffit walked up to 'im, and my 'art a'most stopped beating. Her face was the colour of beetroot with temper, and you could 'ave heard her breath fifty yards away. "'Ho!' she says, planting 'erself in front of Artful 'Arry, 'so you're the man that ses you're my 'usband, are you?' "'That's all right,' ses 'Arry, 'it's all a mistake.' "'MISTAKE?' ses Mrs. Muffit. "'Mistake o' Bill's,' ses 'Arry, pointing to me. 'I told 'im I thought 'e was wrong, but 'e would 'ave it. I've got a bad memory, so I left it to 'im.' "'Ho!' ses Mrs. Muffit, taking a deep breath. 'Ho! I thought as much. Wot 'ave you got to say for yourself--eh?' "She turned on me like a wild cat, with her 'ands in front of her. I've been scratched once in my life, and I wasn't going to be agin, so, fixing |
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