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There, with an assurance that he would come to a garret-supper before leaving London, Reardon parted from his friend and turned westward. As soon as he had entered, Amy's voice called to him: 'Here's a letter from Jedwood, Edwin! He stepped into the study. 'It came just after you went out, and it has been all I could do to resist the temptation to open it.

It only wanted that depressing sound to make my spirits at the lowest ebb, and set me thinking of home, the perils of the career in which I was engaged, and wondering whether I should ever see England again. The watch had been set, and from time to time Mr Reardon came aft to look anxiously astern. The last time Mr Brooke was with him, and they stopped near where I was standing.

Mr Reardon gave him an angry look. "You go and do no, stop. You are quite right, my man, but don't talk about it. Get the work done." "Ching see. Make nineteen twenty men look like Chinese boy. Pilate come along, say, `Big tea-ship. Come aboard, and get catchee likee lat in tlap." "Yes, that's it, my man. Do you think it a good plan, Mr Herrick?" he added drily. "Oh yes, sir," I cried excitedly.

Mr. Reardon, therefore, was at liberty to leave the engine-room whenever he felt so disposed; and following his illuminating conversation with the captain he felt very much disposed to leave immediately.

Henckel, and left him to meditate on his sins while they repaired to the carpenter's little shop, to return to the boat deck presently with the scantlings and cleats Mr. Reardon had prepared.

What's more, I believe it's the very rarest thing for people to be in love with each other. Reardon and his wife perhaps were an instance; perhaps I'm not quite sure about her. As a rule, marriage is the result of a mild preference, encouraged by circumstances, and deliberately heightened into strong sexual feeling.

Pick out half-a-dozen of the best men with the rifle to place on the bows to pick off the steersman." "Ay, ay, sir," cried Mr Reardon; then directly, "All gone in the boats, sir." Just then, as I was thinking that the junk must escape, one of our big guns was fired with a crash which made the deck vibrate.

Reardon, my son-in-law, Captain Peasley here, tells me you were chief of the Narcissus when she was on the China run for the Oriental Steamship Company." Mr. Reardon sat down heavily, set his derby hat on the floor beside him and replied briefly: "I was." Captain Murphy excused himself and drew Matt Peasley out of the room.

"He can swim like a fish, and he's a regular cat on climbing. No, he's up to some trick or other." They were aware of this presently and just a bit startled at the sound of a low whistle coming from the outer mill; then Tim Reardon darted in from the darkness, into the circle of lanterns. "He's coming!" he gasped. "I just met Bess Thornton up the road. Cracky, how I did run!

Let us have Odysseus down in Hades, and Ajax stalking past him. Oh, I like that! So he read, rather coldly at first, but soon warming. Amy sat with folded arms, a smile on her lips, her brows knitted to the epic humour. In a few minutes it was as if no difficulties threatened their life. Every now and then Reardon looked up from his translating with a delighted laugh, in which Amy joined.