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"I'm sure you didn't," replied the colonel, "but this job's not at an end yet, my lad." "No, sir," said Tom, mistaking his meaning, "we have got a stiff job before we lick the Germans." "I didn't mean that," replied the colonel. "I mean this Waterman business is not at an end yet." "No, sir," said Tom, "of course you will shoot him."
It was a national enterprise; the high town, low town, the quays bathed by the waters of the Patapsco, the ships, imprisoned in their docks, overflowed with crowds intoxicated with joy, gin, and whisky; everybody talked, argued, perorated, disputed, approved, and applauded, from the gentleman comfortably stretched on the bar-room couch before his glass of "sherry-cobbler" to the waterman who got drunk upon "knock-me-down" in the dark taverns of Fell's Point.
The brown dog trembled and blinked, keeping his yellow eyes upon her, looked self-consciously down sideways, then looked at her again. From the hidden river there came a distant song of boatmen, one of those vehement and yet sad songs of the Nile that the Nubian waterman loves. "Sh sh sh!" Mrs. Armine had caught sight of the dog.
I have my duty to do, and it's not for me to question the orders I have received, or to argue whether a prisoner is innocent or guilty." As the vessel anchored off Gravesend to wait for the turn of the tide to take her up, a boat rowed by a waterman, and with a man sitting in the stern, passed close by the ship.
My husband is a waterman, and I'll make you free of the river; for he hasn't no 'prentice, and you can come on shore and stay at the public-house when you ar'n't wanted. I jumped at the offer, and so, by not seeing, I gets into a regular livelihood. Well, Jacob, how do you like it?" "Very much," replied I. "And you, Mary?"
Off Westminster the waterman ceased rowing, to allow them to view the grand old Abbey; and then as they went on again, they marvelled at the contrast of the low, deserted marshes of Lambeth and Bankside, which contrasted so strongly with the magnificence and the life they had left behind.
The hoarse waterman from the cabstand, whose voice had perished in the night air, croaked out at him the offer of a vehicle; and one of the night beggar-women who cling like burrs to those who roam the street a these unhallowed hours still stuck to him, as she had done ever since he had entered the Strand.
And Waterman stolidly buttoned his coat, and then seized his hat and stick, and without a word to anyone, bolted through the door. It was one of the funniest sights that Montague had ever seen in his life, and he laughed all the way into the smoking-room.
The Waterman motor passed the surrey, and Dalton, straining his eyes for a glimpse of the pretty girl, was rewarded only by a view of Randy on the front seat with his back turned on the world, while he talked with someone hidden by the curtains. Perhaps the fact that she was hidden by the curtains kept Dalton's thoughts upon her.
"She's a great hand for a clipper since she talked to Captain Waterman." He was down the steps, starting deliberately across the street. There was a last mutter of doubt. The bulky slow figure in yellow Chinese silk moved away and Gerrit returned to the shadowed tranquillity of the library. More than any other place in the house it bore the impression of his father.
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