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There's no law against her being in love with Landover, and there's no law against him marrying a woman fifty years younger'n himself if he feels like it. Now you take that good looking Russian over there talking to the Captain. Who knows what's in her mind? Nobody, sir, nobody. All I know is that Landover tried to " "Sh! They've got ears like cats," cautioned Mr. Codge.
Mott, smoking their pipes on the makeshift bridge, studied the throng of women in dour silence. "I understand the farmers are praying for rain," remarked Mr. Mott, sniffing the air with considerable satisfaction. "It would do no end of good," said Captain Trigger, without taking his eyes from the chattering mass below. Mr. Codge, the purser, joined them. "What are they waiting for?" he asked.
Codge, was still an Englishman, although he had lived in the United States since he was two years old, a matter of forty-seven years and three months, if we are to believe Mr.
I hope Miss Clinton ain't considering getting married to that man. He's one of these here what-do-you-call-'ems? Er " "Sybarites?" said Codge, who had picked up a good deal from conversations with Peter Snipe. "That ain't the word," said Mr. Mott. "Now, I'll lay awake all night trying to think of that word. Damn the luck!"
"That is nearly two bells, eh, yes? How peaceful you look up there, you three old owls." "Come up!" invited the Captain cheerily. She joined them a moment later. "Tell me, are they leaving a shred of Percival and his band of outlaws?" Mr. Codge struck a match and held it for her to light a cigarette.
Codge agreed to let him take one of his razors, and when I left him below, sir, it seemed quite certain that Mr. Gray was on the point of lending him a shirt and a change of underwear. "Good God, sir!" gasped Captain Trigger, with something more than emotion in his voice. "What is this you are telling me?" "He seems a most likeable chap," explained Mr. Mott lamely.
One name is there, however, chipped in a great black slab from the face of Split Mountain, that will never be forgotten as long as Trigger Island exists: it is that of Captain Weatherby Trigger. The master of the Doraine died aboard-ship in the second winter. After his death the ship was abandoned. Mr. Codge and the half-dozen old mariners who had made their home in the dismal hulk came ashore.
Codge, the purser. I've no doubt he could find something for you to do and " "If that is your way of punishing me, Captain Trigger, of course there is nothing for me to do but to submit." "Eh? I am sure you will not find Mr. Codge a hard taskmaster. He is quite a good-natured man." "Extremely kind and considerate," hastily added Mr. Mott, reassuringly.
But Percival was afraid she could, so he well, he thought it best not to make it any worse by adding his groans of agony when you women tore him limb from limb out here on deck. That's the way he put it, so don't look at me like that." Ruth suddenly hung her head and walked away. As she disappeared down the steps, Mr. Codge remarked, sotto voce: "She isn't as rabid as she was, is she?"
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