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Updated: June 26, 2025
Believe me, sir, they was no rush for'ard with Tommy Mib below. "'Skipper Jim, says I, one day, 'what is you goin' t' do? "'Well, Docks, says he, 'I'm thinkin' I'll go see Jagger. "So we beat up t' Wayfarer's Tickle makin' port in the dusk. Skipper Jim went ashore, but took nar a one of us with un.
Whatever the object of this display, it gave me a great itching to retreat behind my sister's skirts, for fear and shame. And, as it appeared, he was quick to conjecture my feeling: for at once he dropped the fantastic manner and proceeded to a quiet and appallingly lucid statement of his business. "I'm Jagger o' Wayfarer's Tickle," said he, "an' I'm come t' take over this trade."
"No," admitted Sewell reluctantly. "But I should be sorry, all the same, if you let it annoy grieve you. What has pleased me in what I've been able to observe in you, has been your willingness to take hold of any kind of honest work. I liked finding you with your coat off washing dishes, that morning, at the Wayfarer's Lodge, and I liked your going at once to Miss Vane's in a as you did "
But I should like to reform now, and get into something steady. Heigh?" "There isn't anything to do there's no place for you," Lemuel began. "Oh, pshaw, now, mate, you think!" pleaded the other. "I'll take any sort of a job; I don't care what it is. I ain't got any o' that false modesty about me. Been round too much. And I don't want to go back to the Wayfarer's Lodge.
"It's all very well, taking people into your house on the spur of the moment, and in obedience to a generous impulse, but when you reflect that the object of your good intentions slept in the Wayfarer's Lodge the night before, and in the police-station the night before that, and enjoys a newspaper celebrity in connection with a case of assault and battery with intent to rob, why, then you do reflect!"
And she learned now what she had not understood, though her companion warned her, how sharp are those thorns of earth that pierce the wayfarer's foot, and that those who come back cannot help but suffer because of love and fellow-feeling.
Sometimes, indeed, they write books about their hobby, more or less useful to the neophyte: as "A Wayfarer's London," or "A Wanderer in London," or "Ghosts of Piccadilly," or some such thing; but more frequently they are of the highest type of amateur, the connoisseur who will gladly share his joy in his treasures with a cultivated friend but has nothing of his love to sell.
III. Again, I want you this morning to consider Vashti the sacrifice. Who is this that I see coming out of that palace gate of Shushan? It seems to me that I have seen her before. She comes homeless, houseless, friendless, trudging along with a broken heart. Who is she? It is Vashti the sacrifice. Oh! what a change it was from regal position to a wayfarer's crust!
When the sun accepted the wind's challenge to contest for the traveler's cloak, I dare say all the spectators of the novel highway robbery the moon, the stars, the trees, birds and beasts, and others that the fable does not mention took odds that the wind would snatch off the wayfarer's garment in triumph. However, the wind whipped and thrashed the poor man in vain.
You see, the house is close up against the high bank, and the hill is between us and the front. The Boches can't drop a shell here. It's a regular wayfarer's rest. There's a car and another. We'll be all right now." Ruth saw the outlines of the two cars parked beside the road. The young fellow led her directly toward the patch of yellow lamplight.
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