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Updated: May 13, 2025
Her father had meant another book; but Sybilla did not know that. "I'll just glance through it to to be sure that I mustn't read it." She laid one hand on the paper hanger's table, vaulted up sideways, and, seated on the top, legs swinging, buried herself in the book, unconscious that the overturned paste was slowly fastening her to the spattered table top.
"Show him," I contrived to say to Hanger, and he took the landlady's directions, while I passed my arm through Reuben Sharp's. We stumbled and blundered along in Hanger's footsteps, round muddy corners, past heaps of yellow ore, Sharp muttering and cursing and gesticulating by the way. We came suddenly to a halt at the little green door of a four-roomed cottage. "Knock! knock!"
"Cheerily, lads, cheerily! there's a ganger hard to wind'ard; Cheerily, lads, cheerily! there's a ganger hard a-lee; Cheerily, lads, cheerily! else 'tis farewell home and kindred, And the bosun's mate a-raisin' hell in the King's Navee. Cheerily, lads, cheerily ho! the warrant's out, the hanger's drawn! Cheerily, lads, so cheerily! we'll leave 'em an R in pawn!"
"We could go there by Hanger's Lane and home by the road." "The footpaths would be nice to-day," urged his niece. "You try my way," said the captain, jovially. "Have you got any particular reason for wanting to go to Dutton Priors this afternoon?" inquired the girl. "Reason?" said the captain. "Good gracious, no. What reason should I have? My leg is a trifle stiff to-day for stiles, but still "
"I'll go," he said, firmly. "I'm not quite sure where I left it. You go by Hanger's Lane; I'll soon catch you up." He set off at a pace which rendered protest unavailing. Mr. Tredgold turned, and, making a mental note of the fact that Miss Drewitt had suddenly added inches to her stature, walked on by her side.
"Then," she said, "I am surprised that you came here to paper our library, and I think you had better go back to your shop and send a competent man." He laughed again. The paper hanger's youthful face was curiously attractive when he laughed and otherwise, more or less. He said: "I came to paper this library because Mr. Carr was in a hurry, and I was the only man in the shop.
It was while we were sauntering along the port, pushing hard against a blustering northerly wind, and I was trying to get at the truth about Hanger's affairs, advising him at every turn to grasp the bull by the horns, adopt strong measures, look his creditors full in the face the common counsel people give their friends, but so seldom apply in their own instance that we were accosted by a man who had just landed from the Folkestone boat.
"Wimille! that's it!" the stranger cried. "Right you are. That's my direction. This is business. Yes, between Marquise and Wimille." "Precisely," Hanger continued, as we proceeded towards the door. I heard the major growl between his teeth in our rear "Hanger's got him well in tow."
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