Mugby.
"After what I went through with standing over that roaring furnace of a
kitchen-range, it does seem hard to see my sole just turned over and
played with, like, and my chicking not so much as touched," said the
dame. "Oh, Miss Rosamond, Miss Rosamond, you've a deal to answer for!"
Captain Duncombe walked along the dark road between the cottage and
Ratcliff Highway at a rapid pace. He soon reached the flaring lights of
the sailors' quarter, through which he made his way as fast as he could
to a respectable and comfortable little tavern near the Tower, much
frequented by officers of the merchant service.
He had promised to meet an old shipmate at this house, and was very
glad of an excuse for spending his evening away from home.
In the little parlour he found the friend he expected to see, and the
two sailors took their glasses of grog together in a very friendly
manner, and then parted, the captain's friend going away first, as he
had a long distance to walk, in order to reach his suburban home.
The captain was sitting by the fire meditating, and sipping his last
glass of grog, when the door was opened, and some one came into the
room.
Joseph Duncombe looked up with a start as the new-comer entered, and,
to his intense astonishment, recognized George Jernam.
"Jernam!" he cried; "you in London? Well, this is the greatest surprise
of all.
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