‘Stay, Saling!’ The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. " "I tell 'ee what, landlord," observed the old sailor, quietly replenishing his pipe from a huge pewter tobacco-box, as the waterman and Wood quitted the house, "you've said good-b'ye to your friend. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. It's a pity you wouldn't give me the prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home. ’ The captain shook his head. He was not in love with her en désespoir which, he said, was necessary if a man would marry without getting a dowry from his wife.
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