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Captain Wopper concluded by placing a small but heavy canvas bag, and a much-soiled letter, in Mrs Roby's lap. To say that the little old woman seized the letter with eager delight, would convey but a faint idea of her feelings as she opened it with trembling hands, and read it with her bright black eyes.
They are mere blinds put up to cover the great and mean fact, which is, that I want to get possession of my neighbour's cash." "But, Captain," retorted Lewis, with a smile for he had now entered into the spirit of the argument "you ignore the fact that while I try to win from my friend, I am quite willing that my friend should try to win from me." "Ignore it? no!" cried Captain Wopper.
Now, mother, I shouldn't wonder if Captain Wopper could provide you with that other little inexpensive luxury you mentioned this morning. D'you think you could recommend a page?" "What's a page, lad?" "What! have you never heard of a page a page in buttons?" asked Lewis in surprise. "Never," replied the Captain, shaking his head.
"You have been a kind friend, Captain Wopper," said Mrs Stoutley, drying her eyes, "a very kind friend." "I'm glad you think so, ma'am; I've meant to be anyhow." "You have, you have," cried Mrs Stoutley, earnestly, as she looked through her tears into the seaman's rugged countenance, "and that is my reason for venturing to ask you now to trouble yourself with with "
Say it's becas I'm an honest woman and don't care to hide the a unmentionables when I wear them as the t'others do," sprinkled with the dandy's famous invocations. He began to conceive romance in that sort of fun. "You're a wopper, my brave Dick! won't let any peeler take me? by Jove!"
She and Austin were not unlike, only Austin never dreamed, and had not married an old lord. The three were walking on the bridge at Limburg on the Lahn, where the shadow of a stone bishop is thrown by the moonlight on the water brawling over slabs of slate. A woman passed them bearing in her arms a baby, whose mighty size drew their attention. "What a wopper!" Richard laughed.
When Captain Wopper parted from his young friend, he proceeded along the Strand in an unusually grave mood, shaking his head to such a degree, as he reflected on the precocious wickedness of the rising generation, that a very ragged and pert specimen of that generation, observing his condition, gravely informed him that there was an hospital for incurables in London, which took in patients with palsy and St.
"Don't plant your post the-r-r-re," shouted Captain Wopper from the banks of the ice-river, "the Professor says the ice ain't firm enough. Heave ahead to where its ha-a-ard an' fa-a-ast." "Ay, ay, sir," shouted Lawrence, with nautical brevity, in reply.
You try to find him out and if you can do him a good turn, do it. `Willum, says I, `I'll do it trust me. `I do, says he, `and when may I expect you back in Californy, Wopper? `Willum, says I, `that depends. `True, says he, `it does. Give us you're flipper, old boy, we may never meet again in these terrestrial diggings. Good luck to you.
In order to render the feast more complete, several members of the party had brought small private supplies to supplement the cold mutton, ham, bread, and light claret which Antoine and two porters had carried in their knapsacks. Captain Wopper had brought a supply of variously coloured abominations known in England by the name of comfits, in Scotland as sweeties.
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