Deep Waters, the Entire Collection by W. W. Jacobs
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brush. You ain't fit to be trusted out alone."
I believe 'e told his 'ands wot I said; anyway, two bits o' coke missed me by 'arf an inch next evening, and for some weeks not one of 'em spoke a word to me. When they see me coming they just used to stand up straight and twist their nose. It didn't 'urt me, o' course. I took no notice of 'em. Even when one of 'em fell over the broom I was sweeping with I took no notice of 'im. I just went on with my work as if 'e wasn't there. I suppose they 'ad been in the sulks about a month, and I was sitting 'ere one evening getting my breath arter a couple o' hours' 'ard work, when one of 'em, George Tebb by name, came off the ship and nodded to me as he passed. "Evening, Bill," he ses. "Evening," I ses, rather stiff. "I wanted a word with you, Bill," he ses, in a low voice. "In fact, I might go so far as to say I want to ask you to do me a favour." I looked at him so 'ard that he coughed and looked away. "We might talk about it over a 'arf-pint," he ses. "No, thank you," I ses. "I 'ad a 'arf-pint the day before yesterday, and I'm not thirsty." |
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