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Some boats have 600 pounds, I hear; and some few not enough to pay their way. "He came up with a very bad cold and hoarseness; and so went off, poor fellow: he never will be long well, I do think." Probably Posh knew all about the best way of making a profit out of herring drifters, and FitzGerald may have been wrong in fearing that he did not.
I could not help thinking of the 600 pounds Mr. Posh lost over the Parachikka Chlorates through Lupin's advice. During the evening I had an opportunity to speak to Lupin, and expressed a hope that Mr. Posh was not living beyond his means. Lupin sneered, and said Mr. Posh was worth thousands.
FitzGerald warned his friend in as beautiful a letter as was ever written. But Posh could never regard the "mild bare," the "twopenny" of the district, as an enemy. He rarely touched spirits. Now, at the age of sixty-nine, he enjoys his mild beer more than anything and cares little for stronger stuff.
Posh replied: "Yes; but please understand I don't try on hats myself. I take no ACTIVE part in the business." I replied: "I wish I had a business like it." Mr. Posh seemed pleased, and gave a long but most interesting history of the extraordinary difficulties in the manufacture of cheap hats.
In April of the same year FitzGerald wrote to Posh: "WOODBRIDGE, Monday. "Come any day you please. The Horse Fair is on Friday, you had better come, at any rate; by Thursday, so as to catch the Market. For I think your Lugger must have got away before that. I fancy that even if they were on the Fishing ground, the wind must be too strong to be at work. "It was Mr.
For the sake of convenience I give a letter here which is somewhat out of date, but inasmuch as it has nothing to do with the fishing but only with the trust which FitzGerald had in Posh it may very well come in here. "MARKETHILL, WOODBRIDGE, October 2nd.
He's all right! What's the matter with Lupin? He's all right!" I don't think either of them is. In the evening Gowing called, and the chief topic of conversation was Daisy's marriage to Murray Posh. I said: "I was glad the matter was at an end, as Daisy would only have made a fool of Lupin."
It was a bitter winter, and Posh, he thought, was not over-hale. "WOODBRIDGE, Saturday. "Whatever is to be done about the money, do not you go over to Southwold while this weather lasts. I think it is colder than I ever knew. Perhaps it may be as well at Southwold as at Lowestoft. "I wish you were here to play Allfours with me To-night. "Yours, "E. FG."
Aldis Wright can remember more than one instance in which FitzGerald tore up an acknowledgment of a loan after two or three years' interest had been paid. "I think you've paid enough," or "I think he's paid enough," would be his bland dismissal of the debt due to him. Many Woodbridge people had good cause to know the generosity of the man as well as ever Posh had cause to know it.
Previously to the termination of the partnership FitzGerald had commissioned S. Laurence to paint a portrait of Posh. ". . . If you were down here, I think I should make you take a life- size Oil Sketch of the Head and Shoulders of my Captain of the Lugger.
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