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One of the men roused, and, without saying a word, went to fetch a horse from the stables, and another went to boil the kettle in the cabin, and Ulick asked if he might help him; and while he blew the fire he heard the water running into the lock, and thought what a fool they were making of the lock-keeper, and when the boat was well on its way towards the next lock the steersman called him to come up, and they breakfasted together.
'He must leave his boat behind him. He can't make a bundle or a parcel on it, and carry it ashore with him under his arm. 'He was speaking to you just now, said Bradley, kneeling on one knee on the grass beside the Lock-keeper. 'What did he say? 'Cheek, said Riderhood. 'What? 'Cheek, repeated Riderhood, with an angry oath; 'cheek is what he said. He can't say nothing but cheek.
All the boats were in the lock now, and the sound of our bell, and the colors of the Club flag alone kept the lock-keeper from closing the great gate-jaws. Time was up: we must make a spurt for it if we were not to exhaust his patience. We could see him beckoning eagerly, and with a rush we were at the gates, in the tail of the long procession.
Stephen acceded and landed, and Loman paddled on to the lock. "Hello, maister," called down a feeble old voice, as he got up to the gate. "Hullo, Jeff, is Cripps about?" replied Loman. "Yas; he be inside or somewheres, maister," replied the old lock-keeper. "All right! take the boat up; I want to see Cripps." Cripps was the son of the old man whom Loman had addressed as Jeff.
The children began to shriek and stand on their seats, and the Captain seized Inda in his arms and held her up, calling loudly for help. The lock-keeper was hurriedly dropping the sluices, but at the sound of the continued cries his wife ran out of the house and across the bridgeway.
I stood by the lock-keeper while he opened the gates; my men and the local police were concealed on each side of the lock. The launch came slowly in, and as soon as it had done so I asked the captain to step ashore, which he did. 'I wish a word with you, I said. 'Follow me. I took him into the lock-keeper's house and closed the door. 'Where are you going? 'To Havre. 'Where did you come from?
I wonder if it is all right with them." "As right as usual, I'll be bound," said Rowles gruffly. "I've a sort of feeling on me," Mrs. Rowles pursued, "that they are not doing well. The saying is, that no news is good news; but I'm not so sure of that not always." "Mary went her own way," said the lock-keeper, "and if it turns out the wrong way it is no business of mine.
For instance, when the sickening murder and mangling of a wretched woman was affording delicious food wherewithal to gorge the insatiable curiosity of the public, our friend the poetical young gentleman was in ecstasies—not of disgust, but admiration. ‘Heavens!’ cried the poetical young gentleman, ‘how grand; how great!’ We ventured deferentially to inquire upon whom these epithets were bestowed: our humble thoughts oscillating between the police officer who found the criminal, and the lock-keeper who found the head. ‘Upon whom!’ exclaimed the poetical young gentleman in a frenzy of poetry, ‘Upon whom should they be bestowed but upon the murderer!’—and thereupon it came out, in a fine torrent of eloquence, that the murderer was a great spirit, a bold creature full of daring and nerve, a man of dauntless heart and determined courage, and withal a great casuist and able reasoner, as was fully demonstrated in his philosophical colloquies with the great and noble of the land.
From Medmenham to sweet Hambledon Lock the river is full of peaceful beauty, but, after it passes Greenlands, the rather uninteresting looking river residence of my newsagent a quiet unassuming old gentleman, who may often be met with about these regions, during the summer months, sculling himself along in easy vigorous style, or chatting genially to some old lock-keeper, as he passes through until well the other side of Henley, it is somewhat bare and dull.
The Thames barge knows no law. No judge, no jury, no Palace of Justice, no Chancery, no appeal to the Lords has any terror for the monster barge. It drifts by the Houses of Parliament with no more respect than it shows for the lodge of the lock-keeper. It drifts by Royal Windsor and cares not. The guns of the Tower are of no account. There is nothing in the world so utterly free as this monster.
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