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"Whose?" "Well, your friend's, to start with." "Is that necessary?" "It will help us to be persuasive." Seeing that 'Bias still hesitated, Mr Benny went on. "May I take it, for instance, that one may credit him, as a friend of yours, with a seafaring past?" "I do believe," responded 'Bias with a slow smile after regarding Mr Benny for some seconds, "as you're thinkin' of Cai Hocken?"
"I sent 'em away," Captain Tobias explained with composure, "knowin' as you'd turn up sooner or later. Who's Mrs Bosenna?" "She's our landlady; a widow-woman. She lives up the valley yonder." Captain Cai jerked a thumb in that direction, and with renewed anxiety looked about for a porter. "Hadn't we better whistle one across?" "Sells matches, does she?"
"Where?" "I don't see as 'tis any business o' yours," answered Captain Cai with vexation; "but, if you want to know, I've to call on my landlady, Mrs Bosenna." "Is that where you're hurryin' just now?" "Well, no: not at this moment," Captain Cai had to confess. "Where, then?" "Oh, look here " "You needn't tell, if you don't want to. But I'm goin' to a funeral at eleven o'clock," said Mr Philp.
Some authors, sir, not that I dare claim that title, have found their best inspirations by the midnight oil, even in the small hours. Edgar Allan Poe an irregular genius you are acquainted with his 'Raven, sir? "His what?" "His 'Raven'; a poem about a bird that perched itself upon a bust and kept saying 'Nevermore, like a parrot." Cai winced. "On a bust, did you say? Whose bust?"
They burst in balls of fire blue, green, yellow, crimson. They lit up the garden so vividly that each separate leaf on the laurustinus bushes cast its own sharp shadow. "O oh!" breathed Mrs Bosenna, but now on a very different note, and as though her whole spirit drank deep, quenching a celestial desire. Cai, stealing a look, saw her profile irradiated, her gaze uplifted to the zenith.
"I'd like to give that Middlecoat a piece of my mind," growled Cai, and swore. His arm by this time was about Mrs Bosenna's waist, and she was yielding to it. But he saw 'Bias still steadily confronting the herd saw him lift an arm, a hand grasping a hat, and wave it violently saw thereupon the steers swing about and head back for the gate, heads down, sterns heaving and plunging.
"If I can be of any help " murmured Cai, somewhat astonished but prodigiously flattered. "Hush!" she interrupted, lifting a quick eye towards the knap of the hill they had descended. "Isn't that Captain Hunken, up above? . . . Yes, to be sure it is, and he's turned to walk away just as I was going to call him!" She glanced at Cai, and there was mischief in the glance.
Now " she let her voice trail off reflectively as her eyes wandered past Captain Cai and rested on the tree-tops in the valley "if I was asked to name my bo ideal of an English gentleman and the foreigners can't come near it, you needn't tell me 'twould be Sir Brampton Goldsworthy, Bart., of Halberton Court, Devon." "Ma'am?" "That's close to Holsworthy, where I was brought up.
"Lord! he means hisself!" interrupted a giggling voice from one of the boats. This interruption called forth a storm of applause. Oars were rattled on rowlocks and feet began stamping on bottom boards. "By the Brave," continued Cai, pitching his voice higher, "I mean, of course, our respected fellow-citizen, Mr Walter Sobey, whose handling of his frail craft "
"You've been makin' the town's mock o' me with Peter Benny's help is that what you two funny seamen have walked up here to confess?" "There was no names given, ma'am," stammered Cai. "I do assure you " "No names given!" Mrs Bosenna in a temper was terribly handsome. Her indignation so overawed the pair, as to rob them of all presence of mind for the moment.
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