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And I should be inclined to accuse him, too, of a friendly attempt to install me in your good graces." "No," answered Victoria, smiling, with serious eyes, "I won't be put off that way. Mr. Redbrook isn't the kind of man that exaggerates I've seen enough of his type to know that. And he told me about your reception last night at the Widow Peasley's.
Austen was surprised, on entering, to find Mrs. Peasley's parlour filled with men; and a single glance at their faces in the lamplight assured him that they were of a type which he understood countrymen of that rugged New England stock to which he himself belonged, whose sons for generations had made lawyers and statesmen and soldiers for the State and nation.
The Scriptures say we should return good for evil." Cappy Ricks bounded to his feet and shook a skinny fist under Matt Peasley's nose. "You're a damned scoundrel!" he piped, beside himself with rage. "Be careful how you talk to me, young man, or I'll lose my temper; and if I ever do " "That would be terrible, wouldn't it?" Matt laughed.
"And to do all this," Skinner remarked sententiously, "it is necessary to tie up Matt Peasley's bank account the instant the bank opens this morning." "Skinner," said Cappy feelingly, "you get me almost before I get myself.
I'll go over to Peasley's and wait for Abe there." "Look here," said the latter. "You both remind me of a man in a Kentucky village who couldn't bear to hear a rooster crow. It kept him awake nights, for the roosters did a lot o' crowing down there. He moved from one place to another, trying to find a cockless town. He couldn't. There was no such place in Kentucky.
And I should be inclined to accuse him, too, of a friendly attempt to install me in your good graces." "No," answered Victoria, smiling, with serious eyes, "I won't be put off that way. Mr. Redbrook isn't the kind of man that exaggerates I've seen enough of his type to know that. And he told me about your reception last night at the Widow Peasley's.
At the time von Staden had handed him the two cablegrams from the Blue Star Navigation Company, no suspicion that they were forgeries had entered the captain's mind; indeed, Matt Peasley's cablegram to him appeared at first blush to be an answer to the telegram which Murphy had sent his owners from Norfolk.
Cappy stood up, his face pale with fury, and shook an admonitory finger under Matt Peasley's nose. "That act, sir, is an index of your true character," he thundered. "A master who will deceive his owners, who will be false to their interests, is a scoundrel, sir; do you hear me? a scoundrel. You will oblige me, sir, by refraining from any attentions to my daughter in the future.
Matt Peasley stepped below, found an old glove and drew it over his right hand, after which he returned to the quarter-deck. "Come, Tommy!" he called; and pussy came, to be seized by the tail and, still holding fast to his prey, cast overboard. "It's bad luck to do that to a black cat, sir," the mate informed him. Matt Peasley's eyes were blazing.
I went into the house to breakfast and while I ate Brimstead told me about his trip. His children were there. They looked clean and decent. He lived in a log cabin a little further up the road. Mrs. Peasley's sister waited on me. She is a fat and cheerful looking lady, very light complected. Her hair is red like tomato ketchup.
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