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Chalk's eye brightened again as he looked on his new property. Captain Brisket, in high good-humour, began to talk of accommodation, and, among other things, suggested a scheme of cutting through the bulkhead at the foot of the companion-ladder and building a commodious cabin with three berths in the hold. "There are two ladies coming," said Mr. Chalk. Captain Brisket rubbed his chin.
Under her skilful hands, aided by a few suggestions of Captain Brisket's, the Fair Emily was in the short space of twenty minutes transformed into one of the most luxurious yachts that ever sailed the seas. Mr. Chalk's heart failed him as he listened. His thoughts were with his partners in the enterprise, and he trembled as he thought of their comments. "It will do Mrs.
"The fact is," said the captain, in a more gentle voice "the fact is, I can't." "Can't?" repeated the other. "It is not very pleasant to keep on refusing friends," said the captain, making amends for his harshness by pouring a serious overdose of whisky into Mr. Chalk's glass, "and it's only natural for you to be anxious about it, so I removed the temptation out of my way."
The man may swear till he's black in the face that he is the deceased's nephew, but if he has no proof he'll not gain his cause." Bob Fox was highly delighted with our visit to the lawyer. "I told you so, lad; I told you so!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hands; "t'other chap will find he has met his match. Bless you! Old Chalk's as keen as a razor."
"They were both led away by Chalk's eloquence and thirst for adventure," he said, as he walked by her side down the garden. Miss Drewitt paid no heed. "And you will benefit by it," she remarked. Mr. Tredgold drew himself up with an air the nobleness of which was somewhat marred by the expression of his eyes. "I will never touch a penny of it," he declared. "I will be like the captain.
"You understand well enough," was the reply. "When that girl came whistling over the fence last night you said you thought it was a bird." "I did," said Mr. Chalk, hastily taking a spoonful of egg. Mrs. Chalk's face flamed. "What sort of bird?" she demanded. "Singin' bird," replied her husband, with nervous glibness. Mrs. Chalk left the room. Mr.
"Good evening, gentlemen all," said Captain Brisket, in a hearty voice. He stepped forward, and seizing Mr. Chalk's hand wrung it fervently. "It's good for sore eyes to see you again, sir," he said. "Look at him, Peter!" Mr. Duckett, ignoring this reflection on his personal appearance, stepped quietly inside the door, and stood smiling nervously at the company. "It's him," said the staring Mr.
Chalk's expedition to the Southern Seas became a standing joke with the captain, and he waylaid him on several occasions to inquire into the progress he was making, and to give him advice suitable for all known emergencies at sea, together with a few that are unknown. Even Mr.
She war no more like him dan chalk's like cheese. She used to visit de cabins, an' listen to de pore women when de overseer used to cruelize dem so bad, an' drive dem to work late and early. An' she used to sen' dem nice things when they war sick, and hab der cabins whitewashed an' lookin' like new pins, an' look arter dere chillen.
Chalk's horror smote the speaker heavily on the back. Mr. Stobell, clenching a fist the size of a leg of mutton, pushed his chair back and prepared to rise. "You're a trump," said Captain Brisket, in tones of unmistakable respect, "that's what you are. Lord, if I'd got the head for business you have I should be a man of fortune by now." Mr.
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