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'You're right there, Liza, he answered. 'I am a blimed fool. He looked at her a little reproachfully, she thought, and then he said 'Good-bye, and turned away. At first she was horrified that he should know of her love for Jim, but then she did not care. After all, it was nobody's business, and what did anything matter as long as she loved Jim and Jim loved her?
Then his expression altered suddenly from doubt, and something else more indefinite, to a pretty grim look of determination. He spoke. "I'm blimed," he said, "ef I don't tike er piy-diy out of 'er, shadders or no shadders." I looked at him, with astonishment. "What's it got to do with your getting a pay-day out of her?" I asked. He nodded his head, with a sort of stolid resolution.
Land, how we did miss that Coolie cook! "'W'y don't yer get to work and cook something fit to heat? says Hammond. ''Ere I broke my bloomin' back 'auling in the fish, and you doing nothing but 'anging around and letting 'em dry hup in the 'eat. Get to work and cook. Blimed if I ain't sick of these 'ere custard apples!
Tom had reached the sail, and was standing on the foot-rope, close in to the bunt. He was bending over the yard, and reaching down for the slack of the sail. And then, as I looked, I saw the belly of the royal tossed up and down abruptly, as though a sudden heavy gust of wind had caught it. "I'm blimed !" Williams began, with a sort of excited expectation.
We kept smacking our lips and rubbing our vests to show we was enjoying everything, and the old gal kept bobbing her head and grinning like one of them dummies you wind up with a key. "'Well, says Hammond, 'we've got a cook at last. Ain't we, old old Blimed if we've got a name for 'er yet! Here! says he, pointing to me. 'Looky here, missis! 'Edge! 'Edge! that's 'im! 'Ammond! 'Ammond! that's me.
Fairchild was vaguely aware that the spray-like mustache was working like a dust-broom, that snappy blue eyes were beaming upon him, that the big red nose was growing redder, while a tremendous paw had seized his own hand and was doing its best to crush it. "Blimed if I 'ave!" came again. "You're your Dad's own boy! You look just like 'im! Don't you know me?"
"What's the matter with you?" he exclaimed testily. "You 've made a mistake!" "I 'm blimed if I 'ave!" bellowed a tornado-like voice. "Blime! You look just like 'im!" "But you 're mistaken, old man!"
'Garn! Yer knows I likes you as well as anybody. 'Yer likes so many people, Liza, he said, flushing. 'What d'yer mean? said Liza indignantly, but very red; she was afraid he knew now, and it was from him especially she would have been so glad to hide it. 'Nothin', he answered. 'One doesn't say things like thet without any meanin', unless one's a blimed fool.
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