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Updated: May 24, 2025
"The Curlo the Inner Curlo yes, yes!" he shouted in response to information volunteered on all sides. "Poor fellows! The Inner Curlo, dear, dear!" And he groped his way down the steps, into the first boat he saw, with a simple haste. John Turner followed him. He had tied a silk handkerchief over his soft felt hat and under his chin.
And 'The Last Hope' is on the tail of the Inner Curlo and the spar that knocked me overboard fell on the old man, and must have half killed him. But Loo Barebone's aboard." He rose to his knees, with one arm hanging straight and piteous from his shoulder, then slowly to his feet. He stood wavering for a moment, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spluttered.
The next place of call was at River Andrew's, the little low cottage with rounded corners, below the church. "Come out o' that," said the coast-guard, with a contemptuous glance of snow-rimmed eyes at River Andrew's comfortable tea-table. "Ring yer bell. Something on the Inner Curlo Bank."
In answer to the loud summons, a red-faced little man opened the door and let out into the night a smell of bloaters and tea the smell that pervades all Farlingford at six o'clock in the evening. "Something on the Inner Curlo Bank," shouted the coast-guard in his face, and turning on his heel, he ran with the same slow, organised haste, leaving the red-faced man finishing a mouthful on the mat.
And 'The Last Hope' is on the tail of the Inner Curlo and the spar that knocked me overboard fell on the old man, and must have half killed him. But Loo Barebone's aboard." He rose to his knees, with one arm hanging straight and piteous from his shoulder, then slowly to his feet. He stood wavering for a moment, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spluttered.
Well, her brother is a snow white blond too, and he has pinky cheeks and dimples and his name is Carlo! We, of course, at once named him Curlo. It is not a good idea for a man to look too much like his sister, or to have too many dimples in his chin and cheeks. I had only to think of him in the same room with my three uncles to get his number exactly.
One or two stragglers had left this group to search the beach, north or south; but it was known, from a long and grim experience, that anything floating in from the tail of the Inner Curlo Bank must reach the shore at one particular point.
"Well, I told Margaret Louise all these things about Curlo, and how he tried to hold my hand coming from the station one day, when the girls all went up to meet the boys that came up for the dance, and I told her everything else in the world that happened to come into my head.
"The Curlo the Inner Curlo yes, yes!" he shouted in response to information volunteered on all sides. "Poor fellows! The Inner Curlo, dear, dear!" And he groped his way down the steps, into the first boat he saw, with a simple haste. John Turner followed him. He had tied a silk handkerchief over his soft felt hat and under his chin.
In answer to the loud summons, a red-faced little man opened the door and let out into the night a smell of bloaters and tea the smell that pervades all Farlingford at six o'clock in the evening. "Something on the Inner Curlo Bank," shouted the coast-guard in his face, and turning on his heel, he ran with the same slow, organised haste, leaving the red-faced man finishing a mouthful on the mat.
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