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rstand that she had run dry, she at once went on: "Cap'en Jan Pearse made a dale of ventures. He's old now--they du say nigh an 'undred. Ha-apgood can tell yu." "But the son, Mrs. Hopgood?" Her eyes twinkled with sudden shrewdness: She hugged herself placidly. "An' what would yu take for dinner to-day? There's duck; or yu might like 'toad in the hole,' with an apple tart; or then, there's--Well! we'll see what we can du like." And off she went, without waiting for my answer. To-morrow is Wednesday. I shan't be sorry to get another look at this fellow Pearse.... III "Friday, 29th July. .... Why do you ask me so many questions, and egg me on to write about these people instead of minding my business? If you really want to hear, I'll tell you of Wednesday's doings. It was a splendid morning; and Dan turned up, to my surprise--though I might have known that when he says a thing, he does it. John Ford came out to shake hands with him, then, remembering why he had come, breathed loudly, said nothing, and went in again. Nothing was to be seen of Pasiance, and we went down to the beach together. "I don't like this fellow Pearse, George," Dan said to me on the way; "I was fool enough to say I'd go, and so I must, but what's he after? Not the man to do things without a reason, mind you." I remarked that we should soon know. "I'm not so sure--queer beggar; I never look at him without thinking of a pirate." The cutter lay in the cove as if she had never moved. There too was Zachary Pearse seated on the edge of his dinghy. "A five-knot breeze," he said, "I'll run you down in a couple of hours." He made no inquiry about Pasiance, but put us into his cockleshell and pulled for the cutter. A lantern-Jawed fellow, named Prawle, with a spiky, prominent beard, long, clean-shaven upper lip, and tanned complexion--a regular hard-weather bird--received us. The cutter was beautifully clean; built for a Brixham trawler, she still had her number--DH 113--uneffaced. We dived into a sort of cabin, airy, but dark, fitted with two bunks and a small table, on which stood some bottles of stout; there were lockers, too, and pegs for clothes. Prawle, who showed us round, seemed very proud of a steam contrivance for hoisting sails. It was some minutes before we came on deck again; and there, in the dinghy, being pulled towards the cutter, sat Pasiance. "If I'd known this," stammered Dan, getting red, "I wouldn't
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