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They had not long occupied their respective positions, when Bob's attention was attracted by a cry of alarm from his companion in the bows. "Lawks a mussy!" yelled out Dick in accents of unfeigned terror. "I sees a white ghostess a-flying down on us, with big wings like a h'angel!" "Nonsense, Dick!" cried Bob from aft, trying to peer ahead under the belly of the sail as he was sitting to leeward.
Monkey Brand, wise and patient, humoured him. "Let him take his time," called Boy. "Steady, lad, steady!" Old Mat watched grimly. "I thought as much," he muttered. "He ain't 'alf a little rogue. 'Tain't temper, eether. He's the temper of a h'angel and the constitootion of a h'ox. It's that he just won't. For all the world like a great spoilt boy. He's mischeevous.
Once you gave me a drink of soup from your kettle. Think!" A dim perception came into the sodden eyes. "Thur wus a Mikky long ago," she mused. "He had hair like a h'angel, bless the sweet chile; but he got shot an' never come back. That war long ago." Michael took off his hat and the little light in the dark alley seemed to catch and tangle in the gleam of his hair.
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