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Updated: June 11, 2025
He was a childless man, and, with the exception of some trifling legacies to the town of Boston and a few private friends, bequeathed his wealth to his only niece, Margaret, daughter of the Sir Jabez Tellworthy already mentioned, and her heirs." Captain Runacles uncrossed his legs and addressed Dr. Beckerleg. "Doctor, haven't you brought this gentleman to the wrong pavilion?" "Wait a moment."
He was a little man with a triple chin and small, intelligent eyes that twinkled deep in a round, fat face. His dress was of a slate-coloured material, decorated with silver buttons, and he wore a voluminous wig. "With news for you, Captain." "Important news," Mr. Finch echoed. He pulled out a silver snuff-box and offered it to Captain Runacles. "You don't indulge?
Indeed, the Doctor stood in instant fear of this catastrophe; for Captain Runacles' temper was a byword, and not even his customary dark flush looked so dangerous as the lustreless, sullen eyes now sunk in a face that was drawn and pinched and absolutely wax-like in colour. To the Doctor's astonishment, however, it was the little hunchback who now jumped up and whipped out his sword.
The pair looked each other in the face for a moment, and Captain Runacles went on, but more coldly and as if repeating a task "Yes, the wrong conclusion. For my own part, as you once pointed out, I have a girl.
He had little science, but an extremely tough wrist. As for Captain van Adrienssen, the veins of his neck were so swollen with passion that his wig curled up at the edge and stood out straight behind him in the absurdest fashion. "The boot the boot!" he kept exclaiming, stamping with each lunge. "Take that for the boot, sir!" He aimed a furious thrust in tierce at Captain Runacles' breast.
"He is peculiarly unfortunate in the loyalty of his protectors." "Sire, I have served my country in times past." "I know it, Captain Runacles. But it seems that you, too, fight only against the Dutch." "Your Majesty has, it appears, done me the honour to study my poor record." "My word, sir! Does that surprise you?" "No, sire, it reassures me. For you must be aware that I am no rebel." "H'm."
Captain Barker struggled with a question that was dried up in his throat. Before he could get it out the Doctor shook his head. "She is dead," he announced, very gravely and simply. The hunchback shivered. Captain Runacles neither spoke nor stirred in his chair. "A man-child was born at two o'clock. He is alive: his mother died two hours later."
Then Captain Runacles turned the hour-glass abruptly; and for an hour there was no sound in the pavilion garden but the scratching of quills, the murmur of pigeons on the roof, and the creaking of the gilded vane above them. That same afternoon, at four o'clock, Captain Barker and Captain Runacles entered Harwich and advanced up the West Street side by side.
The scent of budding yews met him here, blown softly across from Captain Runacles' garden. The white butterfly balanced himself on this odorous breeze, and, rising against it, skimmed suddenly over the hedge and dropped out of sight.
In fact, he and Captain Runacles had sworn very heartily to sit indoors, pull down their blinds and withhold their countenances from the usurper. Nature, however, which regards neither the majesty of kings nor the indignation of their subjects, made frustrate this unamiable design. At twenty minutes past four that afternoon a hiveful of Captain Barker's bees took it into their heads to swarm.
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