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Christian; just a Manxman's supper. Lift the pot off the slowrie, Nancy." "Well, and isn't he a Manxman himself, mother?" said Cæsar. "Of course I am, Mr. Cregeen," said Philip, laughing noisily. "If I'm not, who should be, eh?" "And Manxman or no Manxman, what for should he turn up his nose at herrings same as these?" said Nancy Joe. She was dishing up a bowlful.
Bring another basket, then; the white one with the handles. Did you come Laxey way by the coach? Bode over, eh? Nancy, do you really think we'll have sugar enough for all these Keswicks?" "Good evenin', Mr. Christian, sir," said Cæsar. And Black Tom, from the ladder on the roof, nodded his wide straw brim. "Thatching afresh, Mr. Cregeen?" "Covering it up, sir; covering it up.
The decisive scene, henceforward historic, occurred in the shanty known as "John's cabin" John being the unacknowledged leader of the long-shore population under the tail of Llandudno pier. "Well, here you are," said Denry, and handed to Cregeen a piece of paper. "What's this, I'm asking ye?" said Cregeen, taking the paper in his large fingers and peering at it as though it had been a papyrus.
If they had not been nature's gentlemen they would have burned him alive at a stake. Cregeen, in particular, consistently referred to him in terms which could not have been more severe had Denry been the assassin of Cregeen's wife and seven children.
"You're my cross, woman," muttered Cæsar, "but no cross no crown." "Lave women's matters alone, father; it'll become you better," said Grannie. "Laugh as you like, Mistress Cregeen; there's One above, there's One above." Ross had resumed his conversation with Kate, who was looking frightened. And listening with all his ears, Philip caught the substance of what was said.
Hence he was nicknamed Old Vanity of Vanities. The gig had swept past Sulby Chapel when Cæsar began to ask for the parson's opinion of certain texts. "And may I presume, Pazon Quiggin, what d'ye think of the text 'Praise the Lord. O my soul, and all that is within me praise His Holy Name?" "A very good text after meat, Mr. Cregeen," said the parson, blinking his little eyes in the dark.
The English footman in the scarlet breeches had been peeping from under the stairs. That was Pete's first and last interview with his father. Peter Christian Ballawhaine was a terror in the Keys by this time, but he had trembled before his son like a whipped cur. Katherine Cregeen, Pete's champion at school, had been his companion at home as well. She was two years younger than Pete.
"It's damnable, and I'll have no more of it." "There's no duty on speech, I hope, in your precious Isle of Man." "There is, though," said Philip, "a duty of decency and honour, and to name that girl, foolish as she is, in the same breath with your women But here, listen to me. Best tell you now, so there may be no mistake and no excuse. Miss Cregeen is to be married to a friend of mine.
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