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"Twenty-five guineas is a very small proportion of three hundred pounds," he exclaimed. Jacobs gazed at the lawyer wonderingly. "How did you know?" he stammered. "What excuse did Mr Lawrence make to the men for sending you into another ship?".
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The scene of the quay-side was gay and indeed festive. The few ships had hoisted colours in celebration of the Aurora's arrival, and the large flags of those days streaming from mast-head and gaff-end and ensign-staff and jack-staff combined with the brilliant blue of the sky, the light and lovely greenery of spring that clothed the ravine's slopes, the sober hue of the cliffs, the white shape of the squab lighthouse past which some gulls[Pg 90] were wheeling, the chocolate tint of the revolving windmill, the sober grey of the houses and the diamond sparkle of the river with its softened reflection of bridge and banks streaming into its heart in dreamlike shadow of what was mirrored: this combination, I say, coupled with the motions and colours of human life on the quay-side, albeit the beer hour had struck and the picture owed nothing of animation to the workmen, fascinated the eye with the calm, the freshness, and the glory of a little English sea-piece, Sabbath-like in repose, lighted by the sun of April beaming in a perfectly fair heaven. Maurice shook his head. "It's maybe a cow!" he guessed hopefully. "Me singing!" quavered old John, with a voice of amazement. "Why, I ha'nt sung this twenty year past." "Which one?" Maurice asked sarcastically. "The good one er the blacked one?".
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