I’m making a mess of my life— unless you come in and take it. ’ ‘You ain’t never!’ ‘Back to your post, Trodger,’ ordered the harassed captain. Altogether different. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. The Vorsack house bore the stamp of Diane in every visible spot. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. They would be quite as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far more instructive. I am far too much the gentleman.
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