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Donkin yelped: "If that's the way of this ship, we'll 'ave to change all that.... You leave me alone.... I will soon...." None of the crowd noticed him. They were lurching in twos and threes through the doors, after the manner of merchant Jacks who cannot go out of a door fairly, like mere landsmen. The votary of change followed them.
It consisted of small pieces of various coloured cloth, cut out of old coats and waistcoats, and similar garments, when the whole had become too much worn for use, yet when part had been good enough to be treasured by a thrifty housewife. Daniel grew angry before Donkin had selected his patterns and settled the work to his own mind.
"I would split your nose this minyt if I hadn't Jimmy to look after! Who d'ye think we are?" Donkin rose and watched Belfast's back lurch through the doorway. On all sides invisible men slept, breathing calmly. He seemed to draw courage and fury from the peace around him. Venomous and thin-faced, he glared from the ample misfit of borrowed clothes as if looking for something he could smash.
Donkin sate with his spectacles pushed up on his forehead, ready to watch his countenance and listen to his words. 'Good afternoon, Mr. Hepburn! 'Good afternoon, sir. Philip hesitated how to begin. Mr. Donkin became impatient, and tapped with the fingers of his left hand on his desk. Philip's sensitive nerves felt and rightly interpreted the action.
Please God, to-morrow a'll tak' a start at walking, if t' weather holds up. 'Ay! said Donkin, with a touch of sarcasm in his voice; 'feyther and me has settled many puzzles; it's been a loss to Government as they hannot been here for profiting by our wisdom. We've done away wi' taxes and press-gangs, and many a plague, and beaten t' French i' our own minds, that's to say.
And nothing in her was real, nothing was distinct and solid but the heavy shadows that filled her decks with their unceasing and noiseless stir: the shadows darker than the night and more restless than the thoughts of men. Donkin prowled spiteful and alone amongst the shadows, thinking that Jimmy too long delayed to die.
'Cos if I start to kick you" he brightened up a bit "if I start to kick you, it will be Yankee fashion to break something!" He tapped lightly with his knuckles the top of the bowed head. "You moind that, my bhoy!" he concluded, cheerily. Donkin let it pass. "Will they split on me?" he asked, with pained anxiety. "Who split?" hissed Belfast, coming back a step.
"So I will," yelped Donkin, popping out behind him. "So I will s'elp me... a pound... three bob they chawrge." Davis flung the door open. "You will pay my price... in fine weather," he shouted over his shoulder. One of the men unbuttoned his wet coat rapidly, threw it at his head. "Here, Taffy take that, you thief!" "Thank you!" he cried from the darkness above the swish of rolling water.
"Don't tech me," snarled Donkin, backing away. "Then go. Go faster." "Don't yer 'it me.... I will pull yer up afore the magistryt.... I'll show yer up." Captain Allistoun made a long stride, and Donkin, turning his back fairly, ran off a little, then stopped and over his shoulder showed yellow teeth. "Further on, fore-rigging," urged the master, pointing with his arm.
Theres Mackray, Sergeant-pensioner at Segowli manys the good dinner hes given me, and his wife a pair of trousers. Theres Donkin, the Warder of Tounghoo Jail; theres hundreds that I could lay my hand on if I was in India. The Viceroy shall do it for me.
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