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"Little trip!" repeated the other; "you call a whaling cruise a little trip?" "No, no, sir," said Mr. Smith, in a shocked voice, "I ain't so bad as that; I've got some 'art, I hope. He's just gone for a little trip with 'is old pal Hardy on the Conqueror. Kybird's idea it was." "Don't you know it's punishable?" demanded the shipbroker, recovering. Mr. Smith shook his head and became serious.
He drew back as they entered and, raising his voice above Miss Kybird's, began to explain his action. "Teddy, I'm ashamed of you," said Mr. Kybird, shaking his head. "A little joke like that; a little innercent joke." "If it 'ad been a darning-needle now " began Mrs. Kybird. "All right," said the desperate Mr. Silk, "'ave it your own way. Let 'Melia marry 'im I don't care -I give 'er up."
Kybird nodded, and the heroic appearance of visage which had accompanied his tale gave way to an expression of some uneasiness. He coughed behind his hand, and sat gazing before him as Mrs. Silk entered the room and gave vent to an exclamation of astonishment as she saw the visitor. She gazed sharply from him to her son. Mr. Kybird's expression was now normal, but despite his utmost efforts Mr.
"I suppose you've heard that my son is going to get married?" said the latter. "I couldn't help hearing of it, sir," said the steward in self defence "nobody could." "He's going to marry that yellow-headed Jezebel of Kybird's," said the captain, staring at the fire. Mr.
It was a week after Mr. Kybird's visit to the alley that he went, as usual, for a stroll up and down the High Street. The evening was deepening, and some of the shops had already lit up, as Mr. Silk, with his face against the window-pane, tried in vain to penetrate the obscurity of Mr. Kybird's shop.
"The cap'n fell into 'is own trap," he said, slowly. "There's no lor for 'im! He'd only get laughed at. The idea of trying to get me to put little Amelia Kybird's young man away. Why, I was 'er god-father." Mr. Swann stared at him, and then with a friendly "good morning" departed.
Wilks collapsed, and avoiding the indignant eyes of the Nugent family tried to think out his position. "It seems from wot the cap'n told me," continued Mr. Smith, "that there was some objection to your marrying old Mr. Kybird's gal, so 'e and Mr. Wilks, after putting their 'eads together, decided to get you 'ere and after giving you a little whisky that Mr. Wilks knows the trick of "
Kybird nodded, and the heroic appearance of visage which had accompanied his tale gave way to an expression of some uneasiness. He coughed behind his hand, and sat gazing before him as Mrs. Silk entered the room and gave vent to an exclamation of astonishment as she saw the visitor. She gazed sharply from him to her son. Mr. Kybird's expression was now normal, but despite his utmost efforts Mr.
Wilks collapsed, and avoiding the indignant eyes of the Nugent family tried to think out his position. "It seems from wot the cap'n told me," continued Mr. Smith, "that there was some objection to your marrying old Mr. Kybird's gal, so 'e and Mr. Wilks, after putting their 'eads together, decided to get you 'ere and after giving you a little whisky that Mr. Wilks knows the trick of "
"I have thought of a scheme for upsetting Nugent's marriage," said Hardy, slowly. "It is just a forlorn hope which depends for its success on you and Nathan Smith." "He's a friend of Kybird's," said the other, drily. "That is the most important thing of all," rejoined Hardy. "That is, next to your shrewdness and tact; everything depends upon you, really, and whether you can fool Smith.
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