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Updated: May 4, 2025
In the pathway below him stood a sailor; a middle-sized, middle-aged man, rigged out in best shore-going clothes shiny tarpaulin hat, blue coat and waistcoat, shirt open at the throat, and white duck trousers with broad-buckled waistbelt. "Beggin' your Reverence's pardon," began the visitor, touching the brim of his hat, and then upon second thoughts uncovering, "but my name's Jope Ben Jope."
His face was long, sallow, and expressive of taciturnity, and he wore a beard not, however, where beards are usually worn, but as a fringe beneath his clean-shaven chin. "Well, here we are!" announced Mr. Jope cheerfully. "Your Reverence knows A. Grigg and Son, and the others you can trust in all weathers; bein' William Adams, otherwise Bill, and Eli Tonkin friends o' mine an' shipmates both."
And your cursed intrusion has made me fill my hair with mud, and to cleanse and dress it again will cost me half an hour at least. Man, man, for pity's sake get out of this and take your women with you! Sir, when I tell you that in less than twenty minutes I am due to be at Merry-Garden if you know where that is " "To be sure," put in Mr. Jope. " To meet a company of ladies " "Avast there!
Adams halted and cast himself into a posture of defence against his own shadow, black and amorphous, wavering on the wall. They came to the iron-studded door. "Open, you," commanded Mr. Jope under his breath. "And not too fast, mind there was a breeze o' wind blowin' this arternoon. Steady does it look out for the step, an' then straight forw " A howl drowned the last word, as Mr.
The gates stood unlocked; and our two seamen found themselves next in a carriage-drive along which it was plain no carriage had passed for a very long while. It was overgrown with weeds, and straggling laurels encroached upon it on either hand; and as it rounded one of these laurels Mr. Jope caught his breath sharply. "Lor' lumme!" he exclaimed. "It is a seat, as the gel said!" Mr.
"Here, Bill!" he called, carrying one to the door. Returning, he blew at the froth on his own pot meditatively. "And the next thing is, I want a house." "A house?" "'Stonishing echo you keep here. . . . Yes, miss, a house. My name's Jope Ben Jope o' the Vesuvius bomb, bo's'un; but paid off at eight this morning.
The little barber drew near, and stood at Mr. Jope's elbow. His face wore an unhealthy pallor, and he smelt potently of strong drink. "Brandy it is," apologised Mr. Jope, observing a slight contraction of the Parson's nostril. "I reckoned 'twould tauten him a bit for what's ahead. . . . Well, as I was sayin', it happened very curiously.
Jope reached Hi-jeen Villa. But the thought of Mr. Jope reminded him of what Mr. Jope had said concerning his pimples; and this again reminded him of what his beloved Miss Sophia had said on the same subject. That wasn't to be expected.
Butterflies poised themselves and flickered beside us, and the sun, as it climbed, drew up from the land the fragrance of freshly mown hay and mingled it with the stuffy odour of the coach. By and by we halted again, by another roadside inn, and again Mr. Jope fetched forth and administered insidious drink.
But look here: I got nothin' particular to say against you two men, only you can't stop here to-night. That's straight enough, I hope, and no bones broken." "Straight it is," Mr. Jope agreed: "and we'll talk o' the bones by an' by. Wot name, sir? makin' so bold." "My name's Coyne." "An' mine's Cash." Mr. Jope fumbled with the fastening of a pouch underneath his broad waistbelt. "So we're well met.
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