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"A cookie, a nice fat cookie, with a raisin in its centre," coaxed the girl.,"What is to be done? What is to be done?" cried Miss Acton.,What Mrs. Keeler might have done is not known, for just at this juncture a high-pitched voice came to her from the garden gate. "Get hold of him, Missus Keeler an' wring his black neck.","You have not lost it, Mr Greyquill.",Meanwhile, Lucy crossing the bridge pursued the road to Old Harbour Town. She walked up an incline as gradual and pleasant as the lane which had brought her to the river. The hedges on either side stood thick, and the road was sentinelled by trees which when robed in their foliage transformed a long space of it into a beautiful avenue. The way took her straight to Lower Street, at the corner of which stood "The Swan" Tavern, a posting-house with a signboard that swang rustily through the long dark night, but behind its little lower windows a glimpse of old-world comfort could be caught: a sanded floor, a dark-polished table ringed with impressions of immemorial mugs of ale set down upon it, a little grate high perched in a setting of china, an old Dutch clock, and a black-board for the score.,Mr Eagle, breaking into a run, sent aloft at the peak of the barque the meteor flag of Old England.,"Mr Greyquill!" cried Captain Acton.,"That ain't my fault!" bawled the man at the receding figure.,Mr Eagle approached Mr Lawrence, who turned upon him suddenly.,"That young fellow came aboard not long ago," said the mate, "and I asked him his business. He replied that he was to be cabin servant by your choosing. I was nigh telling him he was a liar, for I couldn't suppose that the likes of him and his rags would suit a gent as has sarved the King, and been waited upon, as I understand they do in the Sarvice, by Marines.","You?" gasped Mr. Johnston. "You coward! to let your companions be punished for your despicable act. Oh," he exulted, removing his coat and rolling up his sleeves, "won't I make you pay for playing the sneak?","The whole job of the ship sailing before her time is a mystery to me, sir," said Captain Weaver..