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Hence, even though the war should not materialize, he would be making no mistake in tying her up. She was a bully gamble and a wonderful bargain at the price; with Terence Reardon presiding over her engines at a salary twenty-five dollars in excess of the union scale, the orders to keep her out of the shop would be followed, so far as lay in Terence's power.
"I'm an Irishman! My name is Desmond O'Hara." Mr. Reardon was fully aware that here was a grand specimen of the kind of Irish he had been taught to despise the Irish that take the king's shilling, the gentlemen Irish that lead the king's cockneys into battle. And yet, strange to say, no thought of that entered his head now.
But Mr Reardon made no sign. He stood there gazing through the night-glass for some moments, and the captain spoke again. "Recall the boats, Mr Reardon." "I beg your pardon, sir," said the lieutenant, with quite a start. "Aloft there! Who's in the foretop?" "Ay, ay, sir; Jecks, sir." I shivered. "Hail the boats to come back."
"You no get up, lun?" he said. "Can't do it, mate," groaned the poor fellow. "I want Mr Herrick to make a dash for his life." "Yes, velly good. You makee dashee you life, Mr Hellick." "No, I stay here. Run for it, Ching; and if you escape and see the captain or Mr Reardon again, tell him we all did our duty, and how Mr Brooke was drowned." "Yes, Ching tellee Mr Leardon evelyting."
'I shall never go with you to Greece, he said distinctly. There was silence again. Biffen did not move his eyes from the deathly mask; in a minute or two he saw a smile soften its lineaments, and Reardon again spoke: 'How often you and I have quoted it! "We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our "
The fireman had already been cut loose, but the potent effects of Terence Reardon's blow with the wrench still remained; though conscious, the man was unfit for combat. The coal passer, evidently the first man to be rescued by Mr. Uhl, was standing by. "Gower that, ye divils!" Mr. Reardon shrieked, and charged, swinging his monkey wrench with all his horsepower. He missed his first stroke at Mr.
I'm sorry for Reardon. 'I'm sorry for his wife. 'Trust you for thinking of women first, Whelpdale. 'It's in an honourable way, my dear fellow. I'm a slave to women, true, but all in an honourable way. After that last adventure of mine most men would be savage and cynical, wouldn't they, now? I'm nothing of the kind. I think no worse of women not a bit. I reverence them as much as ever.
Reardon, indeed, cared little to say anything more about his own. Talk was mere vanity and vexation of spirit, for the spring of his volition seemed to be broken, and, whatever resolve he might utter, he knew that everything depended on influences he could not even foresee.
Desmond O'Hara, of H.M.S. Panther, boarded the steamer Narcissus via the Jacob's ladder Mr. Reardon hove overside at his command, he paused a moment, balanced on the ship's rail, and stared. "My word!" he said, and leaped to the deck, to make room for a pink-and-white middy. The pink-and-white one stared and said "My aunt!"
'Oh, there's nothing serious the matter, I think. A slight cough, poor girl. 'The deuce! interjected Reardon. 'Oh, nothing, nothing! It'll be all right. Well, now, of course we talked over the story in good earnest, you know. Little by little I induced her to speak of herself this, after she'd come two or three times and she told me lamentable things.
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