A Maid of the Silver Sea by John Oxenham
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"Mon Gyu! To think of a slip of a thing like our Nance making a great
big fellow like you as fool-soft as a bit of tallow!" and Tom stared at him in amazement. "Why, I've licked her scores of times, and I used to lift her up by the hair of her head." "I'd ha' knocked your head right off, Tom Hamon, if I'd been there. Right off--yes, an' bumped it on the ground." "No, you wouldn't. 'Cause, in the first place, you couldn't, and in the second place you wouldn't have looked at her then. She was no more to look at than a bit of a rabbit, slipping about, scared-like, with her big eyes all round her." "Great rough bull of a chap you was, Tom. Ought to had more lickings when you was young." "Aw!" said Tom. "Join him?" asked Peter after a pause. "No, I won't, an' he's no right to ask it, an' he knows it. Them dirty mines may pay an' they may not, but the farm's a safe thing an' I'll stick to it." "Maybe new capt'n'll make things go better. That's him, I'm thinking, just got ashore from brig without breaking his legs," nodding towards the wooden landing-stage on the other side of the gulf. For landing at Port Gorey was at times a matter requiring both nerve and muscle. A man, however, had just leaped ashore from the brig, and was now |
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