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But after breakfast would come luncheon, and after luncheon There was Mr. Tregaskis, of the Shop. Mr. Tregaskis sold almost everything "advantageous to life" as Shakespeare's exiles said upon another island: everything from bacon and pickles to boots, iron-mongery, and sun-bonnets. For twelve years the Commandant had dealt with Mr. Tregaskis, paying whatever Mr.
I hadn't a notion you was so up-to-date here." Mr Tregaskis looked puzzled. "It don't work by gas. You wind it up with a cog arrangement, which acts on a spring coil, I'm told just like the inside of a watch. But we can see by liftin' up the lid." "Eh?" Captain Tobias glanced back over his shoulder. "But as I was tellin' the boss, 'twas never intended for a country walk.
"I didn' think it worth mentionin' at the time, sir; but these instruments aren't intended for carryin' about." "No, no," Captain Cai agreed hastily. "Here, 'Bias! Look around an' see who's the first to welcome ye! Tregaskis, of all men! And this here's his missus." "How d'e do, Mr Tregaskis," said Captain Tobias, shaking hands.
After all, and not so long ago, Major Vigoureux had been Governor and Chief Magistrate of the Islands, with power to inflict fine and imprisonment. Mr. "We will talk here, if you please," said the Commandant. "Certainly, sir," Mr. Tregaskis turned about.
"Your looks, ma'am your looks, if I may say so! . . . William married you soon as he could, I'll wager; but, to be fair, that should ha' been ten years afore you married him." "La, sir!" answered Mrs Tregaskis blushing. "I wonder you never married, yourself you talk such nonsense! But you're in spirits to-day, as any one can see."
And our united hope as you may have live long to enjoy the noise it kicks up, which" here Mr Tregaskis dropped to a confidential tone "it plays 'Home, Sweet Home, with other fashionable tunes, an' can be turned off at any time by means of a back-handed switch marked 'Stop' in plain letters.
'Bias halted in the roadway, and casting back his head took a long stare up at the gasometer. "You mustn' hurry me," he said, "I've got to enjoy everything." "No hurry at all," said Cai, from whose heart the words lifted a burden at least as heavy as the musical box under his arm. "Hullo! here's Bill Tregaskis with his missus! . . . Evenin', William good evenin', ma'am!"
"It works all right indeed, ma'am," Captain Cai assured her. "Ah, maybe you're cleverer with machinery than William? I don't know how you find him at sea, but I can't trust him to wind the clock." "I didn' set it goin' myself, ma'am; not personally." "Well," sighed Mrs Tregaskis, "I wish William had consulted me, anyway, before buying the thing in such a hurry.
" to your offspring, or, in other words, progenitors," perorated Mr Tregaskis. "And if you don't like it, the man at the shop'll change it for something of equal value." Here with a sweep of the hand he withdrew the handkerchief and disclosed the gift. "I forget the chap's name for the moment, but he's a watchmaker, and lives off the Town Quay as you turn up west-an'-by-north to the Post Office.
Here, Raby Penrose Tregaskis which of you'll cut in? Whitmore you'll take a hand, won't you?" "The Parson's tired to-night, and with better excuse than you. He's ridden down from Plymouth." "Hallo, Whitmore what were you doing in Plymouth?" Mr. Whitmore ignored the question. "I'm ready for a hand, Miss Belcher," he announced quietly: "only let it be something quiet a rubber for choice."
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