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"You don't know there's a declaration filed, which increases the costs materially, I suppose," said Fogg. "You don't say that, sir," said Ramsey, starting back; "the time was only out last night, Sir." "I do say it, though," said Fogg, "my clerk's just gone to file it. Hasn't Mr. Jackson gone to file that declaration in Bullman and Ramsey, Mr. Wicks?"
Pretending that the common oil did not agree with me, I got them to buy me Lucca oil for my salad, and my cotton counterpane would furnish me with wicks.
"I don't think of it at all," said Wicks. "We've a smart-looking brig under foot; that's all the whaleboat I want." "Excuse me!" cried Tommy. "That's childish talk. You've got a brig, to be sure, and what use is she? You daren't go anywhere in her. What port are you to sail for?" "For the port of Davy Jones's Locker, my son," replied the captain. "This brig's going to be lost at sea.
He decided to put it through. "I got it from a box, at the coroner's office," he admitted. "Mr. Garrison, what do you mean by withholding all these facts?" demanded Wicks sharply. "Where did Hardy get the box of cigars?" Garrison would gladly have evaded this question, but he was helpless. "They were a birthday present from his niece." "This Miss Booth-Fairfax?" "Yes."
On the little table was a Tuscany brass lamp of three wicks, fed by olive oil. It was sufficient to light the table, but the rest of the room was sunk in darkness. He half understood that there was a definite purpose in this semi-illumination: she had no wish that he should by chance recognize anything familiar in this house.
To this romantic region Dick Falkner went to spend his vacation, during the latter part of October, the loveliest season of the year in that section of the country. Mr. Cushman, who was a successful farmer living in the White Oak district, and an old friend of Uncle Bobbie's, gladly welcomed the young man, of whom his old partner, Wicks, had written so highly.
The room was lighted by half a dozen candles, having wicks only a trifle smaller than the grease which enveloped them, in sticks that were never used but at high-days, holy days, and family feasts. The lights were scattered about the room, two of them standing on the chimney-piece. This position of candles was in itself significant. Candles on the chimney-piece always meant a party.
He stared moodily. Finally he rose and went outside, grumbling like a spoiled child. He sat for a long time, his head in his hands, not looking up to greet his customers. "What's the matter with the old man?" inquired a neighbor. "'T ain't often you see Kie Wicks sick or under the weather." "Somebody's stolen some property from him, and he's thinkin' out a way to get even.
She is dressed entirely in black, and from under the huge black hat that shades her face her eyes gleam up at him in a sort of mockery sad, yet beseeching. She is looking beautiful! Her pale face, so refined; the masses of her rich, red hair shining gorgeously in the clear sunlight. "No? I shall find old Wicks and his wife, at all events." "Oh, that? Yes."
He's sound on traderooms; he's all there on the traderoom, and I see that he and I would pull together. Then you're both gentlemen, and I like that," observed Captain Wicks. "And then I'll tell you I'm tired of this cabbing cruise, and I want to get to work again. Now, here's my offer. I've a little money I can stake up all of a hundred, anyway.
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