Keeping Watch - Night Watches, Part 2. by W. W. Jacobs
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like a couple o' brothers. We 'ad two pints apiece, and then he put his
'and on my shoulder and talked as man to man. "'I'm in a little bit o' difficulty about that gal o' mine,' he ses, passing me his baccy-box. 'Six months ago she dropped a letter out of 'er pocket, and I'm blest if it wasn't from a young man. A young man!' "'You sur-prise me,' I ses, meaning to be sarcastic. "'I surprised her,' he ses, looking very fierce. 'I went to 'er box and I found a pile of 'em-a pile of 'em-tied up with a piece o' pink ribbon. And a photygraph of my lord. And of all the narrer-chested, weak-eyed, slack-baked, spindly-legged sons of a gun you ever saw in your life, he is the worst. If I on'y get my 'ands on him I'll choke 'im with his own feet.' "He washed 'is mouth out with a drop o' beer and stood scowling at the floor. "'Arter I've choked 'im I'll twist his neck,' he ses. 'If he 'ad on'y put his address on 'is letters, I'd go round and do it now. And my daughter, my only daughter, won't tell me where he lives.' "'She ought to know better,' I ses. "He took hold o' my 'and and shook it. 'You've got more sense than one 'ud think to look at you, Bill,' he ses, not thinking wot he was saying. 'You see wot a mess I'm in.' "'Yes,' I ses. |
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