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him so this morning that he means to give notice to-morrow; that is, if he don't save himself the trouble by running off to sea." "The twelfth in five years!" ejaculated Master Simon, stopping his pipe viciously. "And small blame to them! Married man or mariner--that's what a boy is born for. Better dare wreck or wedlock than sit here and talk about both. Take my advice, master, and marry the widow!" Ann carried out her own matrimonial programme, at any rate, with spirit and determination. Finding the first young farmer satisfactory, she espoused him at the end of the month, and turned her back on "Flowing Source." And Tom the tap-boy fulfilled her prophecy and ran away to sea. And the old inn leaned after him until its timbers creaked. And the autumn floods rose and covered the meadows. Master Simon sat and smoked, and made his own bed, and accomplished some execrable cookery in the intervals of oiling his duck-gun. Even duck-shooting becomes a weariness when a man has to manage gun and punt single-handed. One afternoon he abandoned the sport in an exceedingly bad temper, and pulled up to the jaws of Cuckoo Valley. Here he landed, and after an hour's trudge in the marshy bottoms had the luck to knock over two couple of woodcock. He rowed back with his spoil, and was making fast to the ferry steps, when a thought struck him. He shipped the paddles again, and pulled down to Ponteglos. The short day was closing, and already a young moon glimmered on the floods. The woodcock were cooked to a turn; juicier birds never reclined on toast. The waitress removed the cloth and returned with a kettle; retired and returned again with a short-necked bottle, a glass and spoon, sugar, a nutmeg, and a lemon; retired with a twinkle in her eye. "To fortify you!" said Mistress Prudence, rubbing a lump of sugar gently on the lemon-rind. "The night air," Master Simon murmured. "--Against the damp house you're going back to," the lady corrected. "You talk without giving it a trial." "As you talk, in your parlour, of deep-sea voyages." "As a ship's captain you would respect me perhaps?" "No, for you haven't the head. But I should like your pluck. If I saw you setting off for sea in earnest, I would run out and give you a chance to steer a woman instead of a ship. You would find her safer." Master Simon emptied his glass, rose, and wound his great comforter about his neck. The widow saw him
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