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"It's a fine room," said Mr. Jope, walking up to a statue of Diana: "but a man couldn' hardly invite a mixed company to dinner here." "Symonds's f'r instance," suggested Mr. Adams. Symonds's being a somewhat notorious boarding-house in a street of Plymouth which shall be nameless. "You ought to be ashamed o' yourself, Bill," said Mr. Jope sternly. "They're anticks, that's what they are." Mr.
But when he traced it to the garden-beds, and there, in the midst of the flowers, spied a dozen human heads all a-blowing and a-growing with the stocks and carnations, his face turned white and red, and his eyes grew round, and he turned and stared at Bill Adams, and Bill Adams stared at Mr. Jope. "Bill," said Mr. Jope, "is it is it an earthquake?" "Tis a Visitation o' some kind," said Bill.
Whitmore, "we have arrived at the toll-gate." "D'ye mean to say the sharks want to take toll on Bill?" "Likely enough." "On Bill? And him a-going to his long home? Here hold hard!" Mr. Jope leapt out into the roadway and disappeared. Upon us two, left alone in the coach, there fell a dreadful silence. Mr. Whitmore leaned forward and touched my knee; and I met his eye.
Better late than never, and please don't trouble to reply. I'll call for an answer when I wants it. Yours to command, B. Jope. N.B.: We might board the boy out. Symonds found a messenger, and I told him on no account to wait for an answer. Now, I hope you call that acting straight?" "Well, but what was the answer?" I asked. He hung his head. "To tell you the truth, I ha'n't called for it yet.
Then, after a pause, "My name's Jope, sir; Benjamin Jope, of the Bedford, seventy-four, bo'sun's mate now paid off." The clergyman, at first taken aback by the sudden question, recovered his smile. "And mine, sir, is Whitmore the Reverend John Whitmore bound just now in the direction of Dock. Can I serve you thereabouts?" Mr. Jope waved his hand towards the coach door. "Jump inside!
The very nails had rusted out of the walls, and the creepers they should have supported hung down in ropy curtains. Mr. Adams scratched his head. "What I'd like to know," said he after a while, "is how to get the cask up them steps." "There'll be a cellar-door for sartin," Mr. Jope assured him cheerfully. "You don't suppose the gentry takes their beer in at the front, hey?" "This," said Mr.
"I've heard o' such things in Ireland." "Oh, Bill! an' to think that in another minute, if we hadn' arrived " Mr. Jope caught hold of his mate's arm and hurried him forward to the rescue. "Go away! Get out of this, I tell you!" yelled Clatworthy. "Not me, sir! Not a British sailor!" hurrahed back Mr. Jope. "Bill! Bill!
I hope " he stiffened himself suddenly "I knows a gentleman when I sees one." Mr. Jope turned away and from that moment ignored my existence.
But I must not, after all, conclude in this summary fashion. And why? Because scarcely had I set foot in the Cumberland when a voice from somewhere amidships exclaimed: "My blessed Parliament!" I looked up and found myself face to face with Ben Jope! "And you've grown!" he added, as we shook hands. "But Ben, I thought you were married and settled?" He turned his eyes away uneasily.
All this while Ben Jope and his sister had been talking earnestly: I had heard at intervals the murmur of their voices through the partition; but no distinct words save once, when Mrs. Pengelly called out to her husband to keep an eye along the beach and report the appearance of constables.
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