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Jacobs, W. W., 1863-1943

"Night Watches Complete Series"


"She won't 'ave the chance," I ses, "so that's all about it."
He stood there argufying for about ten minutes; but I was as firm as a
rock. I wouldn't move an inch, and at last, arter we was both on the
point of losing our tempers, he picked up his bag and said as 'ow he
must be getting off 'ome.
"But ain't you going to take those things off fust?" I ses.
"No," he ses, smiling. "I'll wait till I get 'ome. Ta-ta."
He put 'is bag on 'is shoulder and walked to the gate, with me follering
of 'im.
"I expect I shall see a cab soon," he ses. "Good-bye."
"Wot are you laughing at?" I ses.
"On'y thoughts," he ses.
"'Ave you got far to go?' I ses.
"No; just about the same distance as you 'ave," he ses, and he went off
spluttering like a soda-water bottle.
I took the broom and 'ad a good sweep-up arter he 'ad gorn, and I was
just in the middle of it when the cook and the other two chaps from the
Saltram came back, with three other sailormen and a brewer's drayman
they 'ad brought to see me DANCE!
"Same as you did a little while ago, Bill," ses the cook, taking out 'is
beastly mouth-orgin and wiping it on 'is sleeve.


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