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Title: The lady of the barge
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Jacobs, W. W. (William Wymark), 1863-1943
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Publisher: London and New York : Harper
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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y. The innkeeper, without a word, drew a little M 162 The Lady of the Barge gold and silver from his pocket, and placing iton the table, pushed it toward him. Enough to go on with, said the other,pocketing it; in future it is halves. Dye hearme? Halves! And Ill stay here and see Iget it. He sat back in his chair, and meeting theothers hatred with a gaze as steady as his own,replaced his pistol. A nice snug harbor after our many voy-ages, he continued. Shipmates we were,shipmates well be; while Nick Gunn is aliveyou shall never want for company. Lord! Doyou remember the Dutch brig, and the fatfrightened mate? I have forgotten it, said the other, stilleyeing him steadfastly. I have forgottenmany things. For fifteen years I have lived adecent, honest life. Pray God for your ownsinful soul, that the devil in me does not wakeagain. Fifteen years is a long nap, said Gunn,carelessly; what a godsend it 11 be for youto have me by you to remind you of oldtimes! Why, youre looking smug, man; the
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GUNN PLACED A HAND, WHICH LACKED TWOFINGERS, ON HIS BREAST AND BOWED AGAIN Captain Rogers 163 honest innkeeper to the life! Gad! whos thegirl? He rose and made a clumsy bow as a girl ofeighteen, after a moments hesitation at thedoor, crossed over to the innkeeper. Im busy, my dear, said the latter, some-what sternly. Our business, said Gunn, with anotherbow, is finished. Is this your daughter,Rog— Mullet? My stepdaughter, was the reply. Gunn placed a hand, which lacked two fin-gers, on his breast, and bowed again. One of your fathers oldest friends, hesaid smoothly; and fallen on evil days; Imsure your gentle heart will be pleased to hearthat your good father has requested me—for atime—to make his house my home. Any friend of my fathers is welcome tome, sir, said the girl, coldly. She lookedfrom the innkeeper to his odd-looking guest,and conscious of something strained in the air,gave him a little bow and quitted the room. You insist upon staying, then? said Mul-let, after a pau

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