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The singing stopped, and then the churning, and five minutes later I crept up to the kitchen door, which was ajar. There was my lord Joe, a jug of ale in hand, his free arm round Jane's neck. How endurable these two found life at the Hanyards! I caught a fragment of their gossip. "Be there such things as rale quanes, Jin?" "Of course," she replied.
I do so want to show you our library! And I have so many things to ask you!" "I am your slave, the jin of your lamp." "I would I had such a lamp as would call you!" "It will need no lamp to make me come." Lamps to call moths are plenty, and Lufa was herself one. London was very hot, very dusty, and as dreary as Walter had anticipated.
The Sea King then led the Happy Hunter to the guest room, and placing him in the uppermost seat, he bowed respectfully before him, and said: "I am Ryn Jin, the Dragon King of the Sea, and this is my wife. Condescend to remember us forever!" "Are you indeed Ryn Jin, the King of the Sea, of whom I have so often heard?" answered the Happy Hunter, saluting his host most ceremoniously.
Ryn Jin at once clapped his hands and summoned all his courtiers and the servants of the Palace, and the chief fish of the sea together, and solemnly told them that the grandson of the Sun Goddess, Amaterasu, was coming to the Palace, and that they must be very ceremonious and polite in serving the august visitor. He then ordered them all to the entrance of the Palace to welcome the Happy Hunter.
Daikoku nearly always beats, because Fukuroku Jin is so tall that he has to bend down to grip Daikoku, who is fat and short, and thus he becomes top-heavy. Then Daikoku gets his rival's long head under his left arm, seizes him over his back by the belt, and throws him over his shoulder flat on the ground. But if Fukuroku Jin can only get hold of Daikoku's lop ears, both fall together.
He then washed it and brought it to the King. He thanked Ryn Jin many times, his face beaming with gratitude, and said that he owed the happy ending of his quest to the Sea King's wise authority and kindness.
He seemed lost for words, so I assisted him, and paid him back at the same time, by saying, "Pluck up courage enough to speak to Jane." "That's rate, Master Noll." "Is Jane so very fond of money, Joe?" asked Mistress Waynflete curiously. "No," said Joe. "She ain't grasping, ain't Jin. She told me t'nate, she c'd 'ave 'ad a mint of money if she'd liked, but she wouldna tak' it.
"You know all the police," I remarked. "Do you know any turnkeys?" He reflected an instant, and then replied, artlessly "I don't jin many o' them. But I can jist tell you a story. 'I'm glad to see you're earnin' a 'onest livin' for once, says he.
"Cocksbones, man, only hold thy tongue, and thou shall know all about it, and then all I ask of thee is to shake hands and part. This Margaret Ramsay, you have seen her, man?" "Once," said Richie, "once, at Master George Heriot's in Lombard Street I was in the room when they dined." "Ay, you helped to shift their trenchers, I remember," said Jin Vin.
They were far more likely to discover us than Siddy Boo Cassem's followers, as they most probably were well acquainted with the ruin. Our anxiety was somewhat relieved, however, when we heard one of them remark "It must have been a Jin, though he looked like a black slave; and this is known to be the dwelling-place of Jins." "Take care lest any of them rush out on us," cried another.
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