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Home! A wave of black cynicism, of sardonic mirth passed through Stafford's brain. Home where the business of this poor wayfarer's existence was carried on, where the shopkeeper sold her wares in the inner sanctuary! Home.... He shook the girl's hand from his elbow and hastened on. Yet why should he be angered with her, he said to himself.
I didn't know he had been in at all till we got to my room. And then I couldn't ask him I was afraid to." "Yes," said Sewell, kindly if helplessly. "I was afraid, if I sent him off or tried to that he would tell about my being in the Wayfarer's Lodge that night, and they would think I had been a tramp.
The tramps recognised the humour of the explanation by a laugh, intended to be respectful to the establishment in its control, which spread along their line, and the black boy grinned. "There ain't anything mean about the Wayfarer's Hotel," said the mate, and they all laughed again, a little louder.
He descended London's borough, having exactly twopence halfpenny for refreshment; following a term of prudent starvation, at the end of the walk. It is not a district seductive to the wayfarer's appetite; as, for example, one may find the Jew's fry of fish in oil, inspiriting the Shoreditch region, to be.
How cheering is a fire, even in June and in Southern France, on a rainy night, when the sound of sighing trees comes down the chimney and the tired wayfarer's clothes are sticking to his legs and back! How cheering, too, at such a time is a dinner, however modest, in the light and warmth of the fire.
"I knows," Jonas pursued, doggedly, though it went against the grain, "that last week he wrecked the Jessie Dodd on the Ragged Edge at Wayfarer's Tickle. I knows that she was insured for her value and fifteen hundred quintal o' Labrador fish. I knows that they wasn't a fish aboard. I knows that every fish is safe stowed in Jagger's stores. I knows that the schooner lies near afloat at high tide.
The silvery ribbon of the river winds through a pageantry of green and gold. Upon the banks are woodland nooks, fragrant with growing things and filled with a tender quiet broken only by the murmer of the stream. The turf is soft and cool to the wayfarer's tired feet, and there is crystal water in abundance to quench his thirst.
It seemed, then, to my sister and me, that the current of our life once more ran smooth. And Jagger of Wayfarer's Tickle the same who sat at cards with the mail-boat doctor and beat his dog with the butt of a whip having got news of my father's death, came presently to our harbour, with that in mind which jumped ill with our plans.
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