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Updated: June 16, 2025
"I always knew," she said, "that Willy's first real fight with himself would be no matter of a few hours; and it was a particularly inconvenient time for me, just then, to give up a day to it. But it seemed, on the whole, best not to put it off."
He is neither ready to go into business, nor into training on shipboard, and what is more has no desire for any such thing. Of that I'm very sure." Father Somazzo spoke very quietly and firmly, yet not without anger, as he scrutinized the man before him, and pictured what Willy's life would be on board the "St. George."
"'What if her father can't leave her much gear, she has a head that's worth all the gold in Willy's pocket, and more. Then says 'Becca, 'What about Kitty Jackson? 'Shaf, says I, 'she's always curlin' her hair before her bit of a looking-glass. 'And what about Maggie of Armboth? says 'Becca.
"Hush," said she, "don't you say that again, Willy!" But she kept her arm around him. Willy's mother came running to the door to meet them when they arrived. She had heard nothing of the trouble. She had only had a hurried message that they were coming to-day. She threw her arms around Willy, then she held him back and looked at him. "Why, what is the matter with my precious boy!" she cried.
Willy's teeth chattered, and his whole frame trembled with the cold, as he went aft to the captain of the sloop, who was sitting on deck wrapped up in a rough white great-coat, with his pipe in his mouth. The captain was a middle-sized, slightly-made young man, apparently not more than twenty-five years old.
Ritter though," he added, "I should first like to see your works." "No hurry about that," said Ritter gaily, at the same time bringing an album bound in pigskin, in which he asked Frederick and Schmidt to write their names. Then he opened a very practical closet reaching to the floor, one of Willy's contrivances, and took out a carved wooden figure, a German Madonna by Till Riemenschneider.
It was clear he desired that they should dwell on no purely materialistic or natural explanation of the incident. "Baan't a gypsy baaby," he said; "'tis awnly the legs an' arms of un as be brown. His body's as white as curds, an' his hair's no darker than our awn Willy's was." "If it ban't a gypsy's, whose be it?" said Phoebe, turning to the infant for the first time.
For an hour he lingered about listening to the talk of men, but it did not interest him much and he slipped away. Then he decided to get drunk and went into Willy's saloon and bought a bottle of whiskey. Putting the bottle into his pocket, he walked out of town, wanting to be alone to think more thoughts and to drink the whiskey.
These discussions of Sally's character and general behaviour did not appeal to him in either a comic or serious light, and the havoc they made of Willy's business hours did not perceptibly move him; he was full of his good looks, his clothes, his affections, his bull-dog, and the fact that his youth was going by, as it should go by, among girls, in an old English village, in a garden by the sea.
A lad of Willy's age, who is treated with kindness and consideration, is soon attached, and becomes reconciled to any change of circumstances. It was a matter of indifference to our hero whether he was on the quarter-deck of a man-of-war or in the cabin of a smuggling sloop.
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