Boatswain's Mate

W. Jacobs W.

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A retired boatswain has repeatedly asked his landlady to marry him -- but his advances are consistently rebuffed by the confirmed bachelorette. In a misguided attempt to change her mind, he cooks up a plan to convince her that she needs to have a man around to ensure her safety.

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• Publié par: The Floating Press
• Date de parution: 01 mars 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781776678679
• Langue: English

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THE BOATSWAIN'S MATE
CAPTAINS ALL, BOOK 2
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W. W. JACOBS
 
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The Boatswain's Mate Captains All, Book 2 First published in 1905 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-867-9 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-868-6 © 2015 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
The Boatswain's Mate
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Mr. George Benn, retired boat-swain, sighed noisily, and with adespondent gesture, turned to the door and stood with the handle in hishand; Mrs. Waters, sitting behind the tiny bar in a tall Windsor-chair,eyed him with some heat.
"My feelings'll never change," said the boatswain.
"Nor mine either," said the landlady, sharply. "It's a strange thing,Mr. Benn, but you always ask me to marry you after the third mug."
"It's only to get my courage up," pleaded the boatswain. "Next time I'lldo it afore I 'ave a drop; that'll prove to you I'm in earnest."
He stepped outside and closed the door before the landlady could make aselection from the many retorts that crowded to her lips.
After the cool bar, with its smell of damp saw-dust, the road seemed hotand dusty; but the boatswain, a prey to gloom natural to a man whose handhas been refused five times in a fortnight, walked on unheeding. Hissteps lagged, but his brain was active.
He walked for two miles deep in thought, and then coming to a shady banktook a seat upon an inviting piece of turf and lit his pipe. The heatand the drowsy hum of bees made him nod; his pipe hung from the corner ofhis mouth, and his eyes closed.
He opened them at the sound of approaching footsteps, and, feeling in hispocket for matches, gazed lazily at the intruder. He saw a tall mancarrying a small bundle over his shoulder, and in the erect carriage, thekeen eyes, and bronzed face had little difficulty in detecting the oldsoldier.