The Castaway - Odd Craft, Part 2. by W. W. Jacobs
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"Laugh away, John Boxer," said Mrs. Gimpson, icily; "but I shouldn't have
been alive now if it hadn't ha' been for Mr. Silver's warnings." "Mother stayed in bed for the first ten days in July," explained Mrs. Boxer, "to avoid being bit by a mad dog." "Tchee--tchee--tchee," said the hapless Mr. Boxer, putting his hand over his mouth and making noble efforts to restrain himself; "tchee--tch "I s'pose you'd ha' laughed more if I 'ad been bit?" said the glaring Mrs. Gimpson. "Well, who did the dog bite after all?" inquired Mr. Boxer, recovering. "You don't understand," replied Mrs. Gimpson, pityingly; "me being safe up in bed and the door locked, there was no mad dog. There was no use for it." "Well," said Mr. Boxer, "me and Mary's going round to see that old deceiver after supper, whether you come or not. Mary shall tell 'im I'm a friend, and ask him to tell her everything about 'er husband. Nobody knows me here, and Mary and me'll be affectionate like, and give 'im to understand we want to marry. Then he won't mind making mischief." "You'd better leave well alone," said Mrs. Gimpson. Mr. Boxer shook his head. "I was always one for a bit o' fun," he said, slowly. "I want to see his face when he finds out who I am." Mrs. Gimpson made no reply; she was looking round for the market-basket, |
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