[Dead Men Tell No Tales by E. W. Hornung]@TWC D-Link bookDead Men Tell No Tales CHAPTER II 7/19
He wore an overcoat, however, and leaned upon a massive ebony cane, while he carried his daughter's guitar in its case, exactly as though they were waiting for a train.
Moreover, I thought that for the first time he was regarding me with no very favoring glance. "You don't think it serious ?" I asked him abruptly, my heart still bounding with the most incongruous joy. He gave me his ambiguous shrug; and then, "A fire at sea is surely sirrious," said he. "Where did it break out ?" "No one knows; it may have come of your concert." "But they are getting the better of it ?" "They are working wonders so far, senhor." "You see, Miss Denison," I continued ecstatically, "our rough old diamond of a skipper is the right man in the right place after all.
A tight man in a tight place, eh ?" and I laughed like an idiot in their calm grave faces. "Senhor Cole is right," said Santos, "although his 'ilarity sims a leetle out of place.
But you must never spik against Captain 'Arrees again, menma." "I never will," the poor child said; yet I saw her wince whenever the captain raised that hoarse voice of his in more and more blasphemous exhortation; and I began to fear with Ready that the man was drunk. My eyes were still upon my darling, devouring her, revelling in her, when suddenly I saw her hand twitch within her step-father's arm.
It was an answering start to one on his part.
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