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Billings, drawing breath, and wiping his mouth with his sleeves, "this is very thin stuff, old Squaretoes; but my coppers have been red-hot since last night, and they wanted a sluicing." "Should you like some ale, dear?" said Mrs. Hayes, that fond and judicious parent. "A quart of brandy, Tom?" said Doctor Wood. "Your papa will run down to the cellar for it in a minute."
He found that gentleman in the solitary tea-room, pacing up and down before the observant landlady and handmaidens of the "Gorgon Arms," wiping his brows, gnawing his fingers his ears looming over his stiff white shirt-collar as red as fire. Once more the great man seized John Perkins's hand as the latter came up. "D the aristocrats!" roared the ex-follower of Squaretoes.
What is it? Where lies it? the secret which makes one little hand the dearest of all? Whoever can unriddle that mystery? Here she was, her son by his side, his dear boy. Here she was, weeping and happy. She took his hand in both hers; he felt her tears. It was a rapture of reconciliation. "Here comes Squaretoes," says Frank. "Here's Tusher."
Hullo, though, Master Squaretoes, what do you mean by coming on the quarter-deck with nails in your boots? You'll have the first lieutenant after you, my joker, if he notices it, and there'll be the dickens to pay, I can tell you!" "What do you mean?" I retorted indignantly. "I have not got any nails in my boots at all."
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