The Pilot and his Wife by Jonas Lauritz Idemil Lie
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page 113 of 244 (46%)
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"I mean to leave the ship," he said, "the moment we come to Valparaiso. I am only engaged so far. But, indeed, I care little what becomes of me," he ended, gloomily. The captain probably had his own notions with regard to the boatswain, as Salvé escaped the severe punishment he had expected, and was only condemned to solitary confinement for fourteen days on bread-and-water. "That will take you down a bit, my lad," said the captain. The boatswain, however, made up for the leniency of his superior by a little ingenuity of his own; and every day, when Salvé was enjoying his meagre fare in his place of confinement, the mulatto, whom he had triumphed over, by the boatswain's orders, took his dinner of hot meat and ate it outside the door, close to the hole through which the light was admitted, that the savoury smell might make its way in and tantalise him. At first, Salvé rather enjoyed the repose which his confinement afforded him; but as his hunger increased he grew irritable, and at dinner-time one day he approached his face to the opening. "Mulatto!" he began; and the other looked up and grinned with his white teeth, pleased to see some sign at last that his attentions had not been thrown away--"that's good food you have there." "Excellent," replied the other, mischievously, and with an inward chuckle. |
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