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They only knew that some half-hour later, with petticoats raised to a height gravely imperilling decency, they splashed landward across the causeway now ankle-deep in water while the lads congregated before the Inn laughed boisterously, the men turned away with a guffaw, dogs of disgracefully mixed parentage yelped, and the elder female members of the Proud and Sclanders families flung phrases lamentably subversive of gentility after their retreating figures from the foreshore.
A passing show, sir, half the time those I carry; no more to me, bless you, than so many sand-fleas a-hopping on the beach. Mr. Blackmore coast-guard officer he is I fetched him across early, with one of his men coming round from the Head. And that poor lippity-lop, Abram Sclanders' eldest. Pity he wasn't put away quiet-like at birth! Terrible drag he is on Abram and always will be.
I was for making Sclanders, his father, bring him over and give him the thrashing of his life, right there before the proofs of his sins." "But you didn't," Damaris cried. "You didn't. What do my shoes and stockings matter? I oughtn't to have left them on the shore. It was putting temptation in his way." Faircloth looked at her smiling. "No I didn't, and for two reasons.
Grannie Staples was took to the Union last Wednesday fortnight, and anyone's got the run of her garden since. Don't you let the new parson get us put away, Cap'en. We belongs to the Island I'm William Jennifer's Tommy, please Cap'en, and 'e's Bobby Sclanders 'e is."
The weather changed, and the local degenerate, Abram Sclanders' half-idiot son the poor "lippity-lop" who, according to Jennifer, had far better been "put away quiet-like at birth" committed theft. Of the first event, Damaris gradually became sensible, before her actual awakening.
Abram Sclanders' unhappy half-witted son haunted this boat-house, it seemed, storing his shrimping nets there, any other things as well, a venerable magpie's hoard of scraps and lumber; using it as a run-hole, too, when the other lads hunted and tormented him according to their healthy, brutal youthful way. A regular joss-house, he'd made of it.
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