Deep Waters, the Entire Collection by W. W. Jacobs
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"Watchman!" ses the skipper, in a hoity-toity sort o' voice, "me and the
mate is going as far as Aldgate for a breath o' fresh air. Open the gate." I gave him a look that might ha' melted a 'art of stone, and all it done to 'im was to make 'im laugh. "Hurry up," he ses. "It a'most seems to me that there's somebody ringing the bell, and you can let them in same time as you let us out. Is it the bell, or is it my fancy, Joe?" he ses, turning to the mate. They marched on in front of me with their noses cocked in the air, and all the time the noise at the gate got worse and worse. So far as I could make out, there was quite a crowd outside, and I stood there with the key in the lock, trembling all over. Then I unlocked it very careful, and put my hand on the skipper's arm. "Nip out quick," I ses, in a whisper. "I'm in no hurry," ses the skipper. "Here! Halloa, wot's up?" It was like opening the door at a theatre, and the fust one through was that woman, shoved behind by the potman. Arter 'im came a car-man, two big 'ulking brewers' draymen, a little scrap of a woman with 'er bonnet cocked over one eye, and a couple of dirty little boys. "Wot is it?" ses the skipper, shutting the wicket behind 'em. "A beanfeast?" "This lady wants her 'usband," ses the pot-man, pointing at me. "He run |
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