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He turned his back on Cleggett, as if he had lost interest, and began to wind up his fishing line on a squeaky reel. "Who owns this boat?" Cleggett touched him on the elbow. "Thinkin' of buyin' her?" "Perhaps. Who owns her?" "What would you do with her?" "I might fix her up and sail her. Who owns her?" "She'll take a sight o' fixin'." "No doubt. Who did you say owned her?"
And I have no doubt that many a Chinese pirate would, under other circumstances, have developed into a very contented and useful laundry-man." Lady Agatha studied him intently for a moment. "Mr. Cleggett," she said, "if you will permit me to say so, a great suffragist leader was lost when fate made you a man." "Thank you," said Cleggett, bowing again.
Watkins, the contractor, announced to Cleggett that his task was finished, except for the removal of the rubbish in the hold. Cleggett, going carefully over the vessel, and examining the new parts with a brochure on the construction and navigation of schooners in his hand, verified the statement.
If he had thought her beautiful before, when she wore her plain traveling suit, he thought her radiant now, in the true sense of that much abused word. For she flung forth her charm in vital radiations. If Cleggett had possessed a common mind he might have phrased it to himself that she hit a man squarely in the eyes.
Cleggett thought possibly that the tunnel had originally led from Morris's basement to the smuggler's cave which Wilton Barnstable had spoken of, and that it had been extended later to the ship. He learned afterwards that this was true from the men who had surrendered.
The pile of rubbish in the hold, which filled it to such an extent that Cleggett gave up the attempt to examine it, was to be removed by the same contractor who put in the sticks. All the activity on board and about the Jasper B. had not gone on without attracting the attention of Morris's.
I DID claim a box in your name at the railway goods station in Newark and if there had been nothing in it but plum preserves, how happy I should be! I beg of you, Miss Pringle, to give me your attention." And Lady Agatha began to relate to Miss Pringle the same story which she had told to Cleggett.
The old man, who had finished with the rusty reel, deigned to look at Cleggett again. "Dunno as I said." "But who DOES own her?" "She's stuck fast in the mud and her rudder's gone." "I see you know a lot about ships," said Cleggett, deferentially, giving up the attempt to find out who owned her. "I picked you out for an old sailor the minute I saw you."
But to Cleggett, who had been getting more and more excited, it was loud as an avalanche. He stopped and held his breath; he fancied that he had heard another noise besides the one which his pebble made. But he could not be sure. The sensation that he was not alone suddenly gripped him with overwhelming force. His heart began to beat more quickly; the blood drummed in his ears.
Calthrop seemed to find the sort of satisfaction in confessing his sins to the world that the medieval flagellants found in scoring themselves with whips; they struck their bodies; he drew forth his soul and beat it publicly. Cleggett learned that he had set himself as a punishment and a mortification the task of obtaining his daily bread by the work of his hands.
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