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Indeed Mr Philp, big with his news and important, had somehow contrived to overawe everyone on deck. "The news is," he announced slowly, "that the Saltypool has gone down, within fifty miles of Philadelphia. Crew saved in the boats. Cable reached Mr Rogers at eleven o'clock, and" he paused impressively, "there and then Rogers had a second stroke. Point o' death, they say."
Mr Philp hazarded with massive gravity. "It's the sort o' thing a woman wears now-a-days when she've lost her husband. I follows the fashions in my distant way." He paused and corrected himself carefully "Them sort." "I thought it occurred to me as it might be the handiest way of returnin' the thing." "It seems early days to be carryin' that sort of article around in the crown o' your hat.
"Ah! good-day, Mr Philp!" Mrs Bosenna turned, hailing his intervention, and advanced to shake hands. "Good-day to you, ma'am. Been enjoy in' yourself, I hope?" said Mr Philp, somewhat taken aback by the warmth of her greeting. "A most successful Regatta . . . don't you agree?" "I might, ma'am," answered Mr Philp solemnly. "I don't doubt it, ma'am.
What's that you were sayin' about my hat?" asked Captain Cai; and just then, letting his gaze wander to the depths of the glass, he was aware of Mr Philp shamelessly trying on that same hat before another mirror at the back of the shop. "Hullo, there!" Mr Philp faced about solidly, composedly. "I was thinkin'," said he, "as I'd bid you three-an'-six for this, if you've done with it.
I've lived alongside this bird seven years; he was bought off a missionary; and I don't know." "Ah, well!" sighed Mr Philp. "Money can't buy everything. But I don't mind bettin' I'd ha' found out." "Would ye now?" queried Mr Rogers with a wicked chuckle. "I'll put up a match, then.
"If you will stand so, Captain, while I tilt the glass a trifle?" Captain Cai gazed hardily at his reflection in the mirror. "It don't seem altogether too happy wi' the rest of the togs," he hazarded, and consulted Mr Philp. "What do you think?" "I ain't makin' no bid for your tail-coat, if that's what you mean," answered Mr Philp with sudden moroseness, pulling out his watch. "I got one."
"Eleven A.M.," he added pointedly. "Not that I hold with mornin' funerals in a general way: but the corpse is old Mrs Wedlake, and I wasn't consulted." "Relative?" asked Captain Cai. "No relation at all; though I don't see as it matters." Mr Philp was cheerful but obdurate. "A bargain's a bargain, as I take it." "That fact is " "And a man's word ought to be good as his bond.
Dag Daughtry was paying for Michael, and paying well. Among other things, he had not cared to arouse suspicion by drawing his wages from Burns Philp. The twenty pounds due him he had abandoned, and this was the very sum, that night on the beach at Tulagi, he had decided he could realize from the sale of Michael. He had stolen him to sell. He was paying for him the sales price that had tempted him.
He had not long before been returned at a bye-election for Musgrave. When leaving, he and I boarded the steamer in a boat belonging to the company, with a black crew dressed in white shirts, which gave them quite a picturesque effect. On reaching Cairns, Mr. Philp included me in his party to go by rail to Redlynch, the then terminus of the line.
"Interduce me," said Mr Philp with majestic calm. Captain Cai, caught in this act of secret traffic, blushed in his confusion, but obeyed. "'Bias," said he, "this is the gentleman that caused the mischief inside. His name's Philp, and he'd like to make your acquaintance." It was August, and the weather for weeks had been superb.
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