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Would you believe it, Mr. Orkins, a gennelman comes to me, and he ses, 'Sam, he ses, 'I want to find a little pet dawg as belonged to a lidy' which was his wife, in course and he ses the lidy was nearly out of her mind.
"Missy, heah's a gennelman to see yo'," announced the Negro girl. Allie looked. She thought she saw a tall, buckskin-clad man carrying a heavy pack. Was she dreaming or had she lost her mind? She got up, shaking in every limb. This tall man moved; he seemed real; his bronzed face beamed. He approached; he set the pack down on the bench. Then his keen, clear eyes pierced Allie.
He could show a bold front to his fellowmen, but he squirmed under the dread conception of a supernatural vengeance. So, like every other malefactor, David railed against his "luck." Little did he guess the extraordinary turn that his "luck" was about to take. The office boy announced a visitor, evidently not the terrible Bulmer, since he said: "Gennelman to see yer, sir."
Then was seen with what majesty the British sailor-man envisages a new situation. "Met gennelman heavy sheeway," said he. "Do tell me British gelman can't give 'ole Brish Navy lif' own blighted ste' cart. Have another drink!" "I didn't know they were as drunk as all that when they stopped me," I explained. "You can say all that at Linghurst," was the answer. "Come on." "Quite right," I said.
"'Yes, ses you, 'I have, like a gennelman excuse my imitation, sir and I don't keer a damn for the whelp! That's wot you orter say. 'He's only a bloomin' mongrel." "Very good; what am I to say next, Mr. Linton?" "'Don't yer? says the tother feller; 'then what the h are yer looken arter him for? "'Well, you ses, Mr. Orkins, 'you can go to h . I don't keer for the dawg; he ain't my fancy."
Suddenly The Seraph spoke in that cock-sure way of his. "There's a piwate at Peggs." Mrs. Handsomebody looked at him sharply. "What's that?" she demanded. At the same instant Angel and I kicked him under cover of the table. "What did you say?" repeated Mrs. Handsomebody sternly. "Funny ole gennelman at the Cwibbage Peggs," replied The Seraph with his mouth full. Mrs.
"Oo is it?" growled the shipowner. "Gennelman from the noospaper, sir." "Can't be bothered." "'E sez hit's most himportant, sir." "Wot is?" "I dunno, sir." "Well, show 'im in. I'll soon settle 'im." A quiet-mannered young man appeared. He ignored David's sharp, "Now, wot can I do for you?" and drew up a chair, on which he seated himself, uninvited.
The messenger boy, Charley, entered with a sheaf of proof galleys. "Did you see that tall gentleman pass out, Charley?" he asked. "Did he go down stairs, or into one of the other offices?" "Tall gennelman, sir? There aint bin no one come along this way, sir, nobody couldn't pass my little hutch wivout me a seein' on 'em.
Then Angel put the question, and was answered with equal promptitude. It was The Seraph's turn. With an insinuating smile he said: "If you are a gennelman dog wag your tail fwee times." But before there was time for so much as one wag, Mary Ellen caught the too-eager tail in a restraining grasp. "Now have done wid your nonsinse," she commanded.