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Bunter every Saturday, just to see whether she had any use for my services. It was understood I would do that. She had just his half-pay to live on it amounted to about a pound a week. She had taken one room in a quiet little square in the East End.
Bunter did not say a single word. He looked at people sensibly enough but did not seem to be able to hear any questions put to him. They cut off some more of his hair and swathed his head in wet cloths. He took some nourishment, and was made as comfortable as possible.
"Ah! that's because you don't want to. You are the most obstinate, prejudiced man I've ever met, Mr. Bunter. I told you you may have any book out of my bookcase. You may just go into my stateroom and help yourself to any volume."
So they remained, and I don't know which of them grew giddy first; but the man on the Jetty, not having the advantage of something to hold on to, got tired the soonest, flung his arm, giving the contest up, as it were, and went away at last. Bunter told me he was glad the Sapphire, "that gem amongst ships" as he alluded to her sarcastically, was going to sea next day.
He said there was some comfort in that thought, and went off then to spend his last evening for many months with his wife. For all his wildness, Bunter had made no mistake in his marrying. He had married a lady. A perfect lady. She was a dear little woman, too. As to her pluck, I, who know what times they had to go through, I cannot admire her enough for it.
"All I say is that I am jolly glad not to be you, though I would have given almost anything for the privilege of personal communication with the world of spirits. Yes, sir, but not in that way." Poor Bunter moaned pitifully. "It has made me feel twenty years older." Captain Johns retired quietly.
Enter into relations with... A mean little cad like this! It would be an impudent intrusion. He wants to enter!... What is it? A new sort of snobbishness or what?" I laughed outright at this original view of spiritism or whatever the ghost craze is called. Even Bunter himself condescended to smile. But it was an austere, quickly vanished smile.
He could wait no longer. The suppressed eagerness, the excitement expressed in all his mean, creeping little person, did not escape the chief mate, who was lying awake, looking frightfully pulled down and perfectly impassive. "You are coming to gloat over me, I suppose," said Bunter without moving, and yet making a palpable hit.
And this laugh, the only acknowledgment of a long and earnest discourse, offended Captain Johns. "What's there to laugh at in this conceited manner, Mr. Bunter?" he snarled. "Supernatural visitations have terrified better men than you. Don't you allow me enough soul to make a ghost of?" I think it was the nasty tone that caused Bunter to stop short and turn about.
Captain Johns had been on board that afternoon and had loitered and dodged about his chief mate in a manner which had annoyed Bunter exceedingly. "What could he mean?" he asked with calm exasperation.
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