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It was a common enough story on the wharf, and he had heard it before without paying much attention, but now he glanced at the slight figure beside him, who evidently required as many object-lessons as could be given and decided that here lay the opportunity for giving Lesson No. 2. "Pay O'Donnell and sack him," he commanded. "Very good, sir," said the ganger, moving away.
This was a result, however, that he could scarcely comprehend. That she might fret and pine for a few months or so was the worst he could calculate upon, and of course he took it for granted, that the moment her affection for one was effaced, another might step in, without any great risk of disappointment. "Well, Gerald," said his wife, "what did Ganger Clinton want with you?"
"'Cause she don't 'belong. Great difference whether you belong or not. Jane Hoggson couldn't 'belong' if she was to be born all over again." O'Day now joined in. He had been watching Masie, noting the lights and shadows which swept over her face as the old painter chattered away. He always welcomed any plan for giving her pleasure, and was blessing Ganger in his heart for providing the diversion.
"That accounts for the swarthiness of his skin." "Is it in the Norman tongue that they are speaking?" "Normandy? Is that the land Rolf the Ganger laid under his sword?" "Hush! Sigurd is leading him to the chief." "Now we shall learn what his errand is." And the boldest of them pushed almost within whip-range of the pair.
The sixth day had come round, and the gardener reiterated with a grin, as he stared grimly at Glyn, "Ah, we shan't be done yet. It's my opinion that it will take a month; and that's what the ganger thinks too." "The ganger?" said Glyn. "Who's he?" "Him," said Wrench, with a sidewise nod in the direction of his feline favourite, who was crouched together in the spot he had selected for looking on.
The tide was still with us as the light strengthened; then as the day broke, with the haze of late summer over the land, we found that we were right in the track of a strange fleet that was coming up fast from the westward great ships and small, in a strange medley and in no sort of order, so that we wondered what they would be. "Here comes Rolf Ganger back from Valland," said Kolgrim.
Brute strength combined with animal courage being thus the first requisite of the ganger, it followed not perhaps as a matter of course so much as a matter of fact that his other qualities were seldom such as to endear him to the people. The getting of a gang together presented little difficulty.
The empire of Charlemagne had been broken up and divided among his grandsons; and the fraction which was to be France, was then confined between the Loire and the Meuse. Here was a golden opportunity for Rollo the Ganger and his vikings. Meeting with no formidable opposition, they sailed up the Seine and cast anchor at the town of Jumièges, five leagues from Rouen.
On the other hand, a flying officer once offered a ride to a Chinese ganger who, with his men, had been doing some work on an aerodrome for the R.A.F. "The ganger went up with glee; and the pilot's feelings may be imagined when, at a good height, he looked round and saw the ganger standing up, as happy as could be, looking over the edge and pointing down to the camp where his company lived, and other landmarks he was able to recognise."
There's a great demand for these things when they are good, and these are good. Where did you get them?" "Worth more than the frame? Holy Moses!" whistled Ganger. "Why, I thought you'd want all there was in the chest! And you say there are people out of a lunatic asylum looking for rags like this?" And he held up one end of the cope. "Yes, many of them.
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