Where 's all England 's men now ? I dunno . Where 's Flint 's ? Why , most on 'em aboard here , and glad to get the duff -- been begging before that , some on 'em . Old Pew , as had lost his sight , and might have thought shame , spends twelve hundred pound in a year , like a lord in Parliament . Where is he now ? Well , he 's dead now and under hatches ; but for two year before that , shiver my timbers , the man was starving ! He begged , and he stole , and he cut throats , and starved at that , by the powers ! '' `` Well , it ai n't much use , after all , '' said the young seaman . '' ` Tai n't much use for fools , you may lay to it -- that , nor nothing , '' cried Silver . `` But now , you look here : you 're young , you are , but you 're as smart as paint . I see that when I set my eyes on you , and I 'll talk to you like a man . '' You may imagine how I felt when I heard this abominable old rogue addressing another in the very same words of flattery as he had used to myself . I think , if I had been able , that I would have killed him through the barrel . Meantime , he ran on , little supposing he was overheard . `` Here it is about gentlemen of fortune . They lives rough , and they risk swinging , but they eat and drink like fighting-cocks , and when a cruise is done , why , it 's hundreds of pounds instead of hundreds of farthings in their pockets . Now , the most goes for rum and a good fling , and to sea again in their shirts . But that 's not the course I lay . I puts it all away , some here , some there , and none too much anywheres , by reason of suspicion .
I 'm fifty , mark you ; once back from this cruise , I XXXXX up gentleman in earnest .
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