Christie Johnstone by Charles Reade
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He was, however, as sharp in his way as she was intelligent in hers.
This youthful mariner allowed his lordship to pass him, and take twenty steps, but watched him all the time, and compared him with a description furnished him by his sister. He then followed, and brought him to, as he called it. "I daur say it's you I'm to convoy to yon auld faggitt!" said this baddish boy. On they went, Flucker rolling and pitching and yawing to keep up with the lordly galley, for a fisherman's natural waddle is two miles an hour. At the very entrance of Newhaven, the new pilot suddenly sung out, "Starboard!" Starboard it was, and they ascended a filthy "close," or alley they mounted a staircase which was out of doors, and, without knocking, Flucker introduced himself into Jess Rutherford's house. "Here a gentleman to speak till ye, wife." CHAPTER III. THE widow was weather-beaten and rough. She sat mending an old net. "The gentleman's welcome," said she; but there was no gratification in her tone, and but little surprise. |
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