Dialstone Lane, Part 5. by W. W. Jacobs
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the attack.
"I wish I was, my lad," said the admiring captain. "It would be the proudest moment of my life," said Edward, deliberately. "And mine," said the captain, stoutly. "And the happiest." The captain bowed. "Same here," he said, graciously. Miss Drewitt, listening helplessly to this fulsome exchange of compliments, wondered whether they had got to the end. The captain looked at Mr. Tredgold as though to remind him that it was his turn. "You--you were going to show me a photograph of your first ship," said the latter, after a long pause. "Don't trouble if it's upstairs." "It's no trouble," said the captain, briskly. He rose to his feet and the hand of the indignant Prudence, dislodged from his knee, fell listlessly by her side. She sat upright, with her pale, composed face turned towards Mr. Tredgold. Her eyes were scornful and her lips slightly parted. Before these signs his courage flickered out and left him speechless. Even commonplace statements of fact were denied him. At last in sheer desperation he referred to the loudness of the clock's ticking. "It seems to me to be the same as usual," said the girl, with a slight |
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