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He patted the horse's thin neck. "Come, ol' feller, I'll stuff you with good oats fer once," he promised. Close to lay the gun-brig reflecting her white band broken by ports in the calm surface. She looked to be ready for sea; all her yards were across, the white sails furled with that exquisite finish which expresses the pat of the man-o'-warsman's hand; but there was nobody visible aboard of her. Beyond, the eye went to the short length of timber pier, and on this side of it to some smacks which now floated at little buoys or at their own anchors, though at ebb of tide Old Harbour was mainly mud[Pg 29] with the river's bed in the middle and vessels lying high, black and gaunt in several postures, whilst out in the south the ripple of the sea in smooth weather streamed to and fro with long lashings of black weed, and the air was salt and nimble with the smell of marine growths. "Gollies, no. I never thought—'.
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Anson almost sobbed his relief. "I'll do it," he agreed. "What is it you want'a know, Bill?" "Hello," he said genially. "I've got a crackin' good seat. You kin set with me if you like." "Did you? How?" "Where do you dine, Walter?".
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