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There's enough fer the ticket and a trifle to spare. The boy's a master hand at scuffin' out shoes an' things. You'll not make any mistake sendin' it, will you?" "No, no, Brice; it'll go straight as a rocket. Let me see now. The letter'll be a week, then 'lowin' 'em a week to get started" "Loisy won't be a week startin', neighbor." "Never you mind, man.
A letter'll always get to me, sooner or later, at the 'Bargeman's Rest, Crookford. You can remember that Peter Toft that's my name." "I'll not forget, you may be sure," said Tim. "It's very good of you not to take any, for it's true, as you say, we may need it. And so you think too it's best to go straight to the police at Monkhaven." "I do so," said Peter, and thus it was settled.
"But look at me, Annie I wouldn't be worth anything as a housekeeper." Mary Warren was arguing! "As to marrying that way " "Letter'll say you're not asking any pay at all. You don't promise anything. You don't ask him to promise anything. You don't want any wages. You don't let him pay your railroad fare out not at all!
"But why the devil don't they light up?" he demanded after a moment. "I call you to witness what the time is by our chronometer. I'll have it tested as soon as I step ashore, and if it's wrong I'll complain to the Company; if it's not, I'll send the Trinity House a letter'll lay those lighthouse fellows by the heels! Punctuality, sir, in the case of shipping life or death "
An' it's nearly eleven now so there's y'r letter!" "But," said Ravenslee, "why on earth " "P'raps th' letter'll tell you, Mr. Geoffrey; s'pose you read it while I clear away your breakfast things!" Hereupon Ravenslee opened the letter and read these words: My dear, It would be my joy to trust myself to you utterly, to go with you to the world's end if you would have it so.
"Oh, of course, there's nothing sure about it. But he gave us SOME, and if he's dead, of course, that other letter'll be opened in two years; and I don't see why he wouldn't give us the rest, as long as he'd shown he remembered he'd got us. Do you?" "Well er as to that " Mr. Smith hesitated. He had grown strangely red.
"Praise be to the saints!" exclaimed the skipper with intense relief. "That bes done an' a good job, too. That letter'll never be gettin' to up-along, anyhow, an' when she larns how rich I be, an' begins to love me, she'll be praisin' the saints the same as me. Why for would she want to be goin' up-along to New York, anyhow?
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