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On entering the room, the old sailor stopped short and made his excuses in this brief yet comprehensive form of words, with his back against the door: "Please your honor, I'm ashamed of myself." So the apology began and ended. "This mustn't happen again, Mazey," the admiral used to answer. "It shan't happen again, your honor." "Very good. Come here, and drink your glass of wine.
Mazey's hard breathing outside his door, and he laid his positive orders on the old man to go into one of the bedrooms for that night. Mr. Mazey, to his own great regret, was of course obliged to obey. "Our only means of preventing the admiral from leaving his room in his sleep, if the fit unfortunately took him, being now removed, Mr.
"God bless the Queen, your honor," said old Mazey, swallowing his port, as the dogs swallowed the made-dishes, at a gulp. "How's the wind, Mazey?" "West and by Noathe, your honor." "Any report to-night, Mazey!" "No report, your honor." "Good-evening, Mazey." "Good-evening, your honor." The after-dinner ceremony thus completed, old Mazey made his bow, and walked out of the room again.
She watched the admiral replace it in another cabinet, and then walk back silently to his bed. In another moment she had taken possession of the letter, when a hand was suddenly laid on her wrist, and the voice of old Mazey exclaimed, "Drop it, Jezebel drop it!"
"She's as straight as a poplar," mumbled old Mazey to himself, hobbling along after his youthful companion, and wagging his venerable head in cordial approval. "I never was particular what nation they belonged to; but I always did like 'em straight and fine grown, and I always shall like 'em straight and fine grown, to my dying day."
Crux was old Mazey wagging his head in the courtyard, with his fellow-profligates, the dogs, keeping time to him with their tails. The last words she heard were the words in which the veteran paid his farewell tribute to her charms: "Burglary or no burglary," said old Mazey, "she's a fine-grown girl, if ever there was a fine one yet. What a pity! what a pity!"
Mazey says to you," remarked t he housekeeper, opening her door as the old sailor expressed his approval of Magdalen in these terms. "He is privileged to t alk as he pleases; and he is very tiresome and slovenly in his habits; but he means no harm." With that apology for the veteran, Mrs.
He was neither asleep nor awake he was between the two. My mind misgave me, and I went on to the admiral's room. The door was open, and the bed was empty. "Mr. Mazey and I went downstairs instantly. We looked in all the north rooms, one after another, and found no traces of him. I thought of the drawing-room next, and, being the more active of the two, went first to examine it.
The veteran stood there, with his legs wide apart and his balance carefully adjusted, as if the dining-room had been a cabin, and the house a ship pitching in a sea-way. The admiral filled the large glass with port, filled his own glass with claret, and raised it to his lips. "God bless the Queen, Mazey," said the admiral.
There, Civilization, acting through the subtle medium of the Saucepan, recovered its hold on them; and the admiral's two prodigal sons, when they saw the covers removed, watered at the mouth as copiously as ever. Old Mazey, in his way, proved to be just as disreputably inclined on certain occasions as the dogs.
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