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But as it happened Ginger was that mad 'e didn't want any encouragement, he on'y wanted to kill Bill Lumm.
He won a 'undered pounds through me, and then got the gal I let myself be disgraced for. I 'ad an idea some time ago that he'd got 'is eye on her." Ginger Dick didn't answer 'im a word. He staggered back and braced 'imself up agin the wall for a bit, and arter staring at Bill Lumm in a wild way for pretty near three minutes he crawled back to 'is lodgings and went straight to bed agin.
"I 'eard something about her to-day, Ginger," ses Peter Russet. "I met a chap I used to know at Bull's Wharf, and he told me that she used to keep company with a chap named Bill Lumm, a bit of a prize-fighter, and since she gave 'im up she won't look at anybody else." "Was she very fond of 'im, then?" asks Ginger.
The family whom she served, misinterpreting the designs of the thriving dealer, forbade him the house; when he silenced their scruples by offering the girl his hand in marriage. Ill-starred Polly Lumm! Unhappy Girard! She accepted his offer; and in July, 1777, the incongruous two, being united in matrimony, attempted to become one. The war interrupted their brief felicity.
Ginger Dick was so quiet and satisfied about the fight that old Sam and Peter couldn't make 'im out at all. He wouldn't even practise punching at a bolster that Peter rigged up for 'im, and when 'e got a message from Bill Lumm naming a quiet place on the Lea Marshes he agreed to it as comfortable as possible. "Well, I must say, Ginger, that I like your pluck," ses Peter Russet.
Pollie could not cook she could not figure she could not keep store she could not read the "Philosophical Dictionary" nor could she even listen while her husband read, without nodding her sleepy head. No baby came to rescue her from the shoals, and by responsibility and care win her safely back to sanity. Poor Pollie Lumm Girard! Poor Silly Sailorman!
"Let go o' that young lady's arm," he ses. "Sha'n't," ses Ginger, holding it so tight that Miss Tucker nearly screamed. "Let go 'er arm and put your 'ands up," ses the chap agin. "Not 'ere," ses Ginger, who 'ad laid awake the night afore thinking wot to do if he met Bill Lumm. "If you wish to 'ave a spar with me, my lad, you must 'ave it where we can't be interrupted.
It was over a week afore he felt 'e could risk letting Miss Tucker see 'im, and then at seven o'clock one evening he felt 'e couldn't wait any longer, and arter spending an hour cleaning 'imself he started out for the Jolly Pilots. He felt so 'appy at the idea o' seeing her agin that 'e forgot all about Bill Lumm, and it gave 'im quite a shock when 'e saw 'im standing outside the Pilots.
But as it happened Ginger was that mad 'e didn't want any encouragement, he on'y wanted to kill Bill Lumm.
When I start on a man I like to make a good job of it." "Good job of it!" ses the other, starting. "Do you know who I am?" "No, I don't," ses Ginger, "and, wot's more, I don't care." "My name," ses the chap, speaking in a slow, careful voice, "is Bill Lumm." "Wot a 'orrid name!" ses Ginger. "Otherwise known as the Wapping Basher," ses Bill, shoving 'is face into Ginger's and glaring at 'im.
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