At Sunwich Port, Part 2. - Contents: Chapters 6-10 by W. W. Jacobs
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"You've come to the wrong shop, then," said Miss Kybird; "the warehouse
is full of rubbish now." The other turned in his chair and looked hard at the window. "So it is," he assented. "It's a good job I've brought you something decent to put there." He felt in his pockets and, producing a silver-mounted briar-pipe, a battered watch, a knife, and a few other small articles, deposited them with reverent care upon the counter. "No use to us," declared Miss Kybird, anxious to hit back; "we burn coal here." "These'll burn better than the coal you buy," said the unmoved customer. "Well, we don't want them," retorted Miss Kybird, raising her voice, "and I don't want any of your impudence. Get up out of our chair." Her heightened tones penetrated to the small and untidy room behind the shop. The door opened, and Mr. Kybird in his shirt-sleeves appeared at the opening. "Wot's the row?" he demanded, his little black eyes glancing from one to the other. "Only a lovers' quarrel," replied Jack. "You go away; we don't want you." "Look 'ere, we don't want none o' your nonsense," said the shopkeeper, |
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