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He had met with violent opposition from a faction of ale-drinkers, who were in favour of a bouncing bar-maid, the daughter of the innkeeper; but he had been too strongly backed not to carry his point, though it shows that these rural crowns, like all others, are objects of great ambition and heart-burning.
Stafford declined, but the man clung on to his arm, and thinking it the easiest way of getting rid of him, and to avoid a scene, Stafford accompanied him to the clean and inviting little public at the corner of the quay, and permitted the man to order a glass of ale for him; the bar-maid, without receiving any intimation, placed a large joram of rum before the man, who remarked, after raising his glass to Stafford's health: "Yes, sir, and I'm going with those beasts.
Zelie, in a tone which one would hardly dare to assume towards a bar-maid. The other felt indignant. "What, what!" she began. "I am in my own house here." "Leave us!" repeated M. Favoral with a threatening gesture. "Go, go!" She went out but only to take refuge by the side of M. de Tregars. "You hear how they treat me," she said in a hoarse voice. He made no answer.
"You are not fit for trade." "That is the highest compliment was ever paid me." "Oh, you are impertinent as well as incompetent, are you? Then take a week's warning, Mr. Bolton." "Five minutes would suit me better, Mr. Bartley." "Oh! indeed! Say one hour." "All right, sir; just time for a city clerk's luncheon glass of bitter, sandwich, peep at Punch, cigarette, and a chat with the bar-maid." Mr.
"I I I'll 'ave a small ginger-beer," he ses at last, "a very small one." "One small ginger," ses Mr. Goodman to the bar-maid, "and one special Scotch." Sam could 'ardly believe his ears, and he stood there 'oldin' his glass o' ginger-beer and watching Peter's teetotal uncle drink whiskey, and thought 'e must be dreaming. "I dessay it seems very shocking to you," ses Mr.
Keep out of her way." Mallow whistled. "Oho! You probably acted like a fool. Drinking?" Craig nodded affirmatively. "Thought so. Even a Yokohama bar-maid will fight shy of a boozer. I'm going to meet her when we get to Singapore, or my name's not Mallow." Craig laughed with malice. "I hope she sticks the pin into your throat. It will take some of the brag out of you.
Had I been the vilest creature in the world she could not have talked worse to me. She said I was living upon your people sponging she called it; that I was after Lord Hardy and and oh, Allen even you the boy she called you, and she bade me go home and hire out as bar-maid at the George Hotel in Bangor." "The wretch! Boy, indeed!"
And what most struck me was that like books of voyages they often contradicted each other, and would fall into long and violent disputes about who was keeping the Foul Anchor tavern in Portsmouth at such a time; or whether the King of Canton lived or did not live in Persia; or whether the bar-maid of a particular house in Hamburg had black eyes or blue eyes; with many other mooted points of that sort.
All the tables in the Angulus were occupied, and whoever wanted to be understood by a distant neighbor was forced to raise his voice very loud, for special conversations were being carried on at every table. Here, there, and everywhere, people were shouting to the busy bar-maid, glasses clinked together, and pewter lids fell on the tops of hard stone-ware jugs.
Go home and go to work, if it is only to be a bar-maid at the George Hotel; and when I see you have reformed, I do not say I will not do something for you, but just so long as you go round sponging your living and making eyes at men and boys, too, for that matter not a penny of my money shall you ever touch. I've said my say, and there comes the boy Allen for you. Good-morning."
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