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In addition to the studs, Captain Wopper wore, as ornaments, a solid gold ring, the rude workmanship of which induced the belief that he must have made it himself, and a large gold watch, with a gold chain in the form of a cable, and a rough gold nugget attached to it in place of a seal or key.
"Indeed!" said Susan, with a neat little laugh. "Yes, indeed. He's mountain-mad mad as a Swiss March hare, if not madder By the way, Susan, wot d'ee think o' the French?" Gillie propounded this question with the air of a philosopher. "D'you mean French people?" "No; I means the French lingo, as my friend Cappen Wopper calls it." "Well, I can't say that I have thought much about it yet.
"You was once, ma'am, I'm told, before bein' a nuss in the family of which you've made mention, a matron, or somethin' o' that sort, in a foundlin' hospital in your young days, ma'am?" Again Mrs Roby admitted the charge, and demanded to know, "what then?" "Ah, jus' so that's what I'm comin' to," said Captain Wopper, drawing his large hand over his beard.
"Vell, w'en it's dirty weather, with lots o' mud, an' coppers goin', I does. W'en it's all sunshine an' starwation, I doesn't." "My friend Mr Mellon tells me that you're a very good boy." Little Slidder looked at me with a solemn, reproachful air. "Oh! what a wopper!" he said. We both laughed at this.
He was interrupted here by the sudden and noisy entrance of Captain Wopper and the Professor, followed by the mad artist, whose name, by the way, was Slingsby. "No, no," said the Captain to the Professor, with whom he had already become very intimate, "it won't do to part company. If the Jardang is too far for the ladies, we will steer for the Mairdyglass, an' cross over to the what's-'is-name "
That's it, good bird! Give it to him! See, Jan! What a fight!" "Oh, ah!" said Jan, now comprehending the situation. "Oh, ah! Sure enough, yonder is a snake, and a wopper, too. Ne'er fear, Trüey! Trust my secretary. He'll give the rascal a taste of his claws. There's a lick well put in! Another touch like that, and there won't be much life left in the scaly villain. There again, wop!"
"Old 'ooman," cried Captain Wopper, whose face had brightened wonderfully during this explanation, "give us your flip your hand. I honour your heart, ma'am, and I've no respect whatever for your brain!" "I'm not sure that that's a compliment," said Mrs Roby, with a smile. Captain Wopper assured her with much solemnity that it might or might not be a compliment, but it was a fact.
Anything short o' ten thousand, more or less. Do yer w'ust. Yours to command, "`Willum." There was no resisting such arguments. Mrs Stoutley smiled through her tears as she accepted the money. Captain Wopper rose, crammed the empty canvas bag into his pocket, and hastily retired, with portions of the bonnet attached to him.
She clasped her hands with difficulty, and shut her eyes. A silence followed, during which Captain Wopper drew Lawrence into the passage. "D'you think she is near her end, doctor?" "She looks very like it," replied the doctor.
"Yes, the Doldrums, or Sargasso-sea, where ships used to be detained by long, vexatious calms, and islands of floating sea-weed, but which now we escape, because studious men have pointed out, that by sailing to one side of that sea you can get into favourable breezes, avoid the calm regions, and thus save much time." "Now, Madame," said Captain Wopper, "are you convinced?"
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