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"What's this, Short?" observed Coble: "here is a new freak; we start at midnight, I hear." "Yes," replied Short. "Something quite new, anyhow: don't understand it: do you?" "No," replied Dick. "Well, now Jemmy's gone, I don't care how soon I follow, Dick." "Nor I," replied Short. "I've a notion there's some mystery in all this.
Jemmy then tuned one string of his fiddle, which was a little out, and accompanying his voice, sang as follows: all those who were present immediately keeping silence, for they were used to Jemmy's melody. 'Twas on the twenty-fourth of June I sail'd away to sea, I turn'd my pockets in the lap of Susan on my knee; Says I, my dear, 'tis all I have, I wish that it was more.
On the Sunday in question, as the subject could not be called strictly religious, the priest, who knew that a joke or two would bring in many an additional crown to Jemmy's caubeen,* was determined that they, should at least have a laugh for their money.
Jemmy's distress was owing much more to his alarm and his sense of guilt, than to the actual pain of the injury which he had suffered. He was, however, entirely disabled by the sprain. "It is rather a hard case," said Beechnut, "no doubt, but never mind it, Jemmy. A man may break his leg, and yet live to dance many a hornpipe afterwards. You'll get over all this and laugh about it one day.
Hereupon Moggy held out one arm bent, and with the palm of her other hand slapped her elbow "There!" cried she. What Jemmy's wife meant by this sign, it is impossible for us to say; but that it was a very significant one was certain, for Mr Vanslyperken foamed with rage, and all the cutter's crew were tittering and laughing.
As soon as all was ready, Jemmy Ducks, who, much against Vanslyperken's wish, was left in charge of the cutter, received his orders to lie-to where he was, and when the tide made flood, to stand close in-shore; and all was prepared for a start, when it occurred to Vanslyperken that to leave Snarleyyow, after the threat of Jemmy's wife, and the known animosity of Smallbones, would be his death-warrant.
She threw twenty-two, thereby putting an extinguisher on the boy, and raising Jemmy's chance considerably. "Three" was held by a youngster in nankeen petticoats, who would throw for himself, and shook the box violently enough to be heard at Broadstairs. He scored nineteen, and, beginning to cry immediately, was taken home. Green was next, and all eyes turned upon him, for he was a noted hand.
Jemmy's father had been forced to flee to this country to avoid punishment for participation in the Irish rebellion of '98, and the son regarded all Englishmen as his foes.
'Hullo, Langton, said Mark, as he saw him; 'so it's you; why, haven't you gone yet, eh? How's that? 'Please sir, began the boy, dolorously, 'I've got into an awful row I'm run in, sir. 'Ah! said Mark; 'sorry for you what is it? 'Well, I didn't do anything, said he. 'It was like this. I was going along the passage, and just passing Old Jemmy's I mean Mr. Shelford's door, and it was open.
That's his 'nitials, if you want to know J. W. I worked them on the pouch myself. I've spun him a web for a jacket, too. Sweethearting with the miner fellows while Jemmy's been away? Have I, d'ye say? How people will be talking!" "Aw, no offence at all. But sorry you're not keeping another string to your bow, missy. These sailor lads aren't partic'lar, anyway.
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