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"Why didn't you come up, then, instead of skulking down here?" inquired the girl. The mate scratched the back of his neck and smiled, but weakly. "Well, I I thought" he began, and stopped. "You thought" prompted Miss Cringle coldly. "I thought a little fright would do you good," said the mate, speaking quickly, "and that it would make you appreciate me a little more when I did come." "Ahoy!
"Well," I proceeded, on the strength of the brandy grog, "in the case of an unenlightened, or ignorant, or half educated man, I might indeed suspect duplicity, or even hypocrisy, at the bottom of the abjuration of his fathers creed; but in a gentleman of your acquirements and knowledge" "There again now, Cringle, you are wrong.
"Captain Transom," I continued, with great vehemence, "for the love of God tell me what is there below that cloak." He looked surprised beyond all measure. "Why, Mr Cringle, I cannot for the soul of me comprehend you; indeed I cannot; but, Mafame, indulge him. See if there be any thing below my cloak."
"My dear sir," said I, "don't shove me adrift with that old pot there do lend me one of your long brass eighteen pounders." "Why, Master Cringle, what is your antipathy to carronades?" "I have no absolute antipathy to them, sir they are all very well in their way. For instance, I wish you would fit me with two twelvepound carronades instead of those two popgun long sixes.
For the first week after I entered on my new office, I was busily engaged on board; during which time my mind was quite made up, that the most rising man in his Majesty's service, beyond all compare, was Lieutenant Thomas Cringle, third of the Firebrand.
"Pray, Mr Cringle, don't make yourself the advocate of these men, mind that," said the , lawyer sans wig. "I don't intend it, sir," I said, slightly stung; "but if you had suffered what I have done at their hands, peradventure such a caution to you would have been unnecessary."
When I opened them, I saw the gunner's gaunt and high-featured visage thrust anxiously forward; his profile looked as if rubbed over with phosphorus, and his whole person as if we had been playing at snap dragon. "What has come over you Mr. Kennedy? who's burning the blue light now?" "A wiser man than I must tell you that; look forward Mr. Cringle look there; what do your books say to that?"
It was about this time, while sitting at breakfast in the gunroom one fine morning, with the other officers of our mess, gossiping about I hardly remember what, that we heard the captain's voice on deck. "Call the first lieutenant." "He is at breakfast, sir," said the man, whoever he might have been, to whom the order was addressed. Stop, tell Mr Cringle also to get ready to go in the gig."
Of its kind, "Tom Cringle's Log" is a veritable masterpiece. Humour and pathos and gorgeous descriptions are woven into a thrilling narrative. Scott wrote many other things beside "Tom Cringle," but only one story, "The Cruise of the Midge" , is in any way comparable with his first and most famous romance. I. The Quenching of the Torch
"Now, Mary, where are the children?" I am resolute. "Jack, I can't drink out of sorts, my boy so mind yourself, you and Peter. Now, Conshy," says I, "where are you now, my boy?" But just at this instant, jack strikes out, with "Cringle, order me a tumbler something hot I don't care what it is."
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