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whereas there was no doubt at all about its blowing hard. But Stevey Todd was the kind of a man that liked to argue in good order. The meanwhile Captain Buckingham had said nothing so far that afternoon, except on the subject of hotel-keeping in South America.
For not to speak of giving no cause for crowns throwed around expensive, or spears stuck into parties disrespectful to memory of deceased, I says, here's the point. For if you can't say 'No, till I say 'Will you? it follows you can't do it till I say those words." "I can too!" says Madame Bill. "No, ye can't! No, ye can't!" says Stevey Todd.
And then, eating other victuals than Stevey Todd cooked was come to seem to me like taking liberties with strangers. Then I kept wondering if I hadn't had enough going up and down the seas. I says: "What's the use of it? A man had best get cured of his restlessness before he comes to lie still for aye, and that's the truth," I says. At the end of October I sold out the Annalee.
Rickhart came straight for Stevey Todd, and handed him his passage money. "You're no passenger" he says. "You're a cook. You hear me!" Which appeared like a rash statement, that Stevey Todd wasn't one to take off-hand like that without argument, but Rickhart shoved him into the galley before he got his ideas arranged right.
But the Helen Mar was having no fun, nor me, nor Stevey Todd. It was four miles the Helen Mar went in a few minutes, going slower toward the end. By-and-by she hit bottom, and keeled over against a bunch of old fruit trees on the bank of the river, and lay still, or only swayed a little, the water swashing in her hold.
"As referring to weather," said Stevey Todd, "though not putting it so strong, you might " But the newcomer broke in, and beat the table with his fist. "Weather! No! Not weather. Mr. Pemberton, I'll tell you what's the matter. Here's my daughter run away to be married with the coolest, freshest, limber-tongued young codfish that ever escaped salting. Not if I know it! I'll salt him!
He sang hoarsely as follows: "Tommy and Dorcas, now adieu; I drops a briny tear on, Mayor, my memories of you; Stevey that brought the beer on; Farewell across the waters blue, Oh, Jiron. "Farewell the nights of ba'my smell, Farewell the alligator, Special them little ones that dwell In the muck hole with their mater. Farewell, Portate, oh, farewell, Equator."
It wa'n't none of them things," he says, alluding at Mrs. Dalrimple. But as to Madame Bill, she was tropical, but not balmy, and matrimony that wasn't balmy wouldn't have been good for Stevey Todd. "But," says Stevey Todd, "as to her leanings to me and intentions pursuant," he says, "I'd argue it, as shown by actions previous." It was Pemberton told me Madge McCulloch was dead.
Stevey Todd was stout, with a smooth, fair face, and in temperament fond of arguing, though cautious about it. For that winter afternoon, when I remarked, hearing the whistling wind and the thunder of the surf, "It blows hard, Mr.
She took him. His name was Jones. He went bankrupt, and got paralysis, and is living still. Her parents died in different poorhouses." Pemberton looked surprised at this too, and then thoughtful, and then he winked at Stevey Todd, who passed it back. "I got my wife out of the back window of a boarding school, second story," said Pemberton. "She came down the blinds."
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