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His attire, from the square-pointed collar down to the neat black brogues, was spotless. His reefer jacket fitted him faultlessly, but his trousers were cut so unfashionably narrow that the protuberant thigh muscles and the line of a highly developed calf could quite easily be discerned. The hand twirling the cane was small but also muscular, freckled and covered with light down.
I didn't know Reefer was in town, but even if I had I wouldn't have thought it a particle of use to send a man to him. He has never consented to be interviewed before on any known subject, and he's been especially close-mouthed about this bill, although men from all the big papers in the country have been after him. He is notorious on that score.
It was a lad, between fifteen and sixteen years of age, who went by the name of the ``reefer, having been a midshipman in an East India Company's ship. His singular character and story had excited our interest ever since the ship came into the port.
She wears a flowing black silk navy reefer and when she puts on her hat prior to leaving we realize that she has not studied male head-gear alone, but has taken advantage of her semi-public position to copy styles and to glean from the women's magazines, on sale at the counter, the latest hints in metropolitan millinery. This is the Donna Corblay that faces us this September evening.
"About the man who strangled your help and yanked away the corpse." "But I don't know who he is. Nobody knows." "Go slow. I do." "You!" Braddock started and flung himself across the room to seize Hervey by the lapels of his reefer coat. "You know. Tell me who he is, so that I can get the emeralds." "Emeralds!" Hervey removed Braddock's plump hands and stared greedily. "Don't you know?
She did not feel like spending any more time in idleness, when she had so much candy to sell; but Tommy's request was not to be neglected; and, taking her tray, she called at his house as she passed up to the court. Tommy had been talking for a year about going to sea, and had been for some time on the lookout for a chance as a cabin-boy or a reefer.
So saying, the old sailor led the way into the shop, where on his giving a few short, sharp, and curt directions to an attendant, Dick was taken in hand and twisted this way and that and measured; the whilom ragged runaway being in the end apparelled in a bran-new suit of navy serge that made him look like a smart young reefer, very different indeed to the ragged runaway who had forced his way into the railway-carriage frightening Bob and Nellie during their journey Portsmouth-wards from Guildford twenty-four hours before.
Novelist, a sea-comrade of Captain Marryat, and as sub ed. assisted him in conducting the Metropolitan Magazine. He wrote several sea novels, of which Rattlin the Reefer, sometimes attributed to Marryat, is the best known. Others were Outward Bound and Jack Ashore. Dramatist, s. of the Earl of Berkshire, and brother-in-law of Dryden.
Hervey drew up the left sleeve of his reefer jacket, and showed on his bared wrist the symbol of the sun and the encircling serpent. "Is that enough?" he drawled, "or do you want to look at this?" and he turned his head to reveal his scarred right temple. "Then you admit that you are Vasa?"
"I've got a gun," the boy said. "All right," responded Hank, "I'll pack this one along, too," and he slipped it into one of the pockets of his big reefer. They walked in silence for a few minutes until they had passed the end of the village, and then Hank put his hand on the boy's arm. "You've got a right hunch," he said abruptly, in a low voice. "There's somethin' in the wind."
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