The bruises on
our hands were not yet healed; and there we sat, waited
on by elaborate darkies, eating pompino and drinking
iced champagne.
"Think of our dinners on the NORAH, captain, and
then oblige me by looking round the room for contrast."
He took the scene in slowly. "Yes, it is like a
dream," he said: "like as if the darkies were really
about as big as dimes; and a great big scuttle might
open up there, and Johnson stick in a great big head
and shoulders, and cry, "Eight bells!"--and the whole
thing vanish."
"Well, it's the other thing that has done that," I
replied. "It's all bygone now, all dead and buried.
Amen! say I."
"I don't know that, Mr. Dodd; and to tell you the fact,
I don't believe it," said Nares. "There's more
FLYING SCUD in the oven; and the baker's name, I take
it, is Bellairs. He tackled me the day we came in:
sort of a razee of poor old humanity--jury clothes--
full new suit of pimples: knew him at once from your
description. I let him pump me till I saw his game.
He knows a good deal that we don't know, a good deal
that we do, and suspects the balance.
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