"Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. Wonderful! The water, dripping from you, must have looked like pearls. "There's the exact expression I want. I was once a disciple of Saint Peter myself, and speak from experience. . We'll lather him with mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with aqua pompaginis. Don't unman him. Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey. We made sure it was just like Gwen.
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