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That apparent chance should give an approval so decided to Captain Barker's adoption of this orphan child was, to say the least, remarkable: for I thought then, and now I am sure, that no better father could be found for the babe." "That's what I say," Captain Runacles put in. "Do not interrupt me, please. I say no better father could be found. I did not say that none could be found as good.
Runacles, instead of reminding him that he, and he alone, was to blame for her intrusion, did her best to make matters easy by quitting this world altogether on St. Bartholomew's Eve, 1670, leaving behind her the smallest possible daughter. But as this daughter at once required a nurse, the alleviation proved to be inconsiderable as Mr.
He considered the heavens for some moments, and added with some tartness but with a far-off look at the stars, as though aiming the remark at the late Mrs. Runacles: "Her charm, at any rate, is not derived from her mother!" He turned abruptly and considered her as she slept under the stars.
Nothing more was said, but Captain Runacles guessed what drove the little man below like a wounded beast, and began to pace the deck gloomily. "He'll never take it up again," he muttered. "It's all very well, and he thinks he's getting comfort out of it. But it won't do."
Captain Runacles stopped short in his walk and surveyed her. "H'm," he said. "Don't shuffle." The little girl looked up, dropped her eyes again quickly, and let her hands hang limp beside her. She was shaking from head to foot. "You are a girl." "Pardon, father," she mumbled in a low whisper. "Next door there lives a small boy. You are in the habit of putting out your tongue at him. Why?"
"No," said Captain Runacles grimly; "on that point you must allow me to correct you. You infernal young cub, if I catch you here again " "Hi! Captain!" interrupted a voice at the foot of the garden. Doctor Beckerleg stood beside the blue gate and held it open to admit another visitor, whose dress and appearance were unfamiliar to the Captain.
There was no answer but the sound of a man blowing his nose violently and the ring of a ramrod as it was thrust home. It was absurd that one man should hold a ship against hundreds. Nevertheless, it was so, and the Commodore did not see his way out of it. "Permit me, sir," said Captain Runacles, stepping forward, "to add my assurance, if such be needed, that Captain Barker is a man of his word."
Captain Barker and Captain Runacles had been friends from boyhood. They had been swished together at Dr. Huskisson's school, hard by the Water Gate; had been packed off to sea in the same ship, and afterwards had more than once smelt powder together.
The situation was understood by everybody at the inn; and at first some awkward attempts were made to heal the breach. But Captain Jeremy's scowl and the light in Captain John's green eyes soon convinced the busybodies that they were playing with fire, and likely to burn their fingers. In his home Captain Runacles grew restless.
Captain Runacles crossed his legs and eyed the visitor deliberately. "Then," said the little man, dragging out the words syllable by syllable, "there, my lord, are your hat and cloak. Oblige me by quitting this house of mine at once." "God bless you, Jack!" muttered his friend. The Earl's brow did not even flush at the rebuff.
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