Deep Waters, the Entire Collection by W. W. Jacobs
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"That'll do," I ses at last, arter they 'ad walked round me 'arf-a-dozen times and patted me all over to see if I was dry. "You get off while you're safe." "It was my mistake, mate," ses the chap who 'ad spilt the beer. "You get outside," I ses. "Go on, both of you, afore I put you out." They gave one look at me, standing there with my fists clenched, and then they went out like lambs, and I 'eard 'em trot round the corner as though they was afraid I was following. I felt a little bit damp and chilly, but beer is like sea-water--you don't catch cold through it--and I sat down agin to wait for George Tebb. He came in smiling and out 'o breath in about ten minutes' time, with the key in 'is 'and, and as soon as I told 'im wot had 'appened to me with the beer he turned to the landlord and ordered me six o' rum 'ot at once. "Drink that up," he ses, 'anding it to me; "but fust of all give me the box, so as I can pay for it." I put my 'and in my pocket. Then I put it in the other one, and arter that I stood staring at George Tebb and shaking all over. "Wot's the matter? Wot are you looking like that for?" he ses. "It must ha' been them two," I ses, choking. "While they was purtending to dry me and patting me all over they must 'ave taken it out of my pocket." |
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