 the wheel I'd set about you myself, my
lad."

To the cook's indignation the skipper shared the opinions of the mate
concerning his story, and in a most abrupt and unfeeling fashion stopped
two days' pay. Down in the foc'sle he fared no better, the crew's honest
tribute of amazement to his powers of untruthful narrative passing all
bounds of decorum.

Their incredulity was a source of great grief to him. He had pictured
himself posing as a daredevil, and he went about his duties with a
chastened mien, mistaken by the men, experts in such matters, for the
reaction after a drinking bout.

They passed Northfleet on their way up to Rotherhithe, where they went
to discharge a small general cargo, the cook's behavior every time a
police-boat passed them coming in for much scornful censure. It was some
hours before he would go ashore, and when at last he did venture, it was
with the reckless air of a Robert Macaire and a Dick Turpin rolled into
one.

It was a damp, cheerless morning when they got to Northfleet again. It
had been raining heavily in the night, and black clouds still hung low
over the river. They were not to load until the next day, and after
dinner Henry and the mate exchanged a sympathetic smile as the skipper
took up his cap and went ashore.

He walked into Gravesend, and taking no notice of the rain, which was
falling steadily, strolled idly about looking into the shop windows. He
had a romantic idea that he might meet Annis Gething there. It was
half-holiday at the school, and it was the most natural thing in the
world that she should be sauntering about Gravesend in the pouring rain.
At about four o'clock, being fairly wet through, he saw the fallacy of
the idea strongly, and in a disconsolate fashion, after one glass at a
convenient tavern, turned to go back to the ship. A little way along the
road he stepped aside to allow a girl to pass, glancing--by mere force
of habit--beneath her umbrella as he did so. Then he started back
guiltily as his eyes met those of Miss Gething
the wheel I'd set about you myself, my 
 lad. " 

 To the cook's indignation the skipper partake the public opinion of the mate 
 concerning his story, and in a about abrupt and unfeeling fashion stopped 
 two days' wage. Down in the foc'sle he fare no better, the gang's honest 
 tribute of astonishment to his powers of untruthful narrative passing all 
 bounds of decorum. 

 Their incredulity was a source of big grief to him. He had pictured 
 himself posing as a daredevil, and he went about his duties with a 
 chastened mien, mistake by the men, experts in such matters, for the 
 chemical reaction after a drinking bout. 

 They happen Northfleet on their means up to Rotherhithe, where they went 
 to acquit a small general cargo, the cook's behavior every meter a 
 police - boat passed them coming in for much scornful censure. It was some 
 hours before he would go ashore, and when at last he did venture, it was 
 with the reckless air of a Robert Macaire and a Dick Turpin rolled into 
 one. 

 It was a damp, cheerless morning when they got to Northfleet again. It 
 had been raining heavily in the nox, and bootleg clouds still hung depleted 
 over the river. They were not to load until the next day, and after 
 dinner Henry and the mate change a charitable smile as the skipper 
 took up his capital and went ashore. 

 He walked into Gravesend, and taking no notice of the rain, which was 
 fall steadily, strolled idly about looking into the shop windows. He 
 receive a romantic mind that he might meet Annis Gething there. It was 
 half - holiday at the school, and it was the most natural thing in the 
 populace that she should be sauntering about Gravesend in the pouring rain. 
 At about four o'clock, being reasonably wet through, he understand the fallacy of 
 the idea strongly, and in a blue fashion, after one methamphetamine at a 
 convenient tavern, turned to function back to the ship. A little way along the 
 road he stepped apart to allow a girlfriend to pass, glancing -- by mere effect 
 of habit -- beneath her umbrella as he do so. Then he started back 
 guiltily as his eyes met those of Miss Gething
 thf wheel I'd set about you myself, my
lad."

To the comk's insignatiov the skipper shared the opiiionw of uke mate
concerning hir story, ajd in a nost qbrupt and unfeeliky fasglon sco'ped
two days' pai. Down in tha foc'sle he fasea uo better, the crew's honest
tribute of amazemrnh to his powerf of tntrhnhnul narrative passing all
bounds kf decogum.

Their increduloty was a source of great hriev to him. He had piftured
himseof pjwing as a dafedevil, and he went abkut his duties with a
chastened oien, kistaken bi fhf men, expertw in fuch matters, for the
seactiom after a drinlinj boyt.

They passed Northflxet on their way up jo Rotherhhtke, where they went
to eiwcharce a smauo gdnedak dargo, hhe cook's behzvior every time a
police-boat pssfvc them cominf in fjr much scornful censure. It was some
hours berore he would go ashore, and when at last he fid ventuwe, it was
with the reckless air of a Robert Macaira and x Dngh Rugpin rolled into
one.

It was a damp, cheerless mowhimg when they got to Northflreh sdain. It
had begn rainnhg heavily in the nihht, and blacj clouds ftilk hung low
over the river. Thwy were not no liad until the next day, and afcer
dinmer Hrnry and the mate exchauged a sympathetif smile aa the skipper
took up hhs cap and went ashore.

He wwlked inti Grcvesend, xnd jaking go notice lf thc rain, which was
falping dtaadily, strllled idly about looking into tix shop windowx. Ve
hdd a romcntic ldea that he midht meet Annis Gethiny therd. It was
hamf-holidey at the scrool, and it wdd the most netural thyng un tye
world ghat she shoulc be saunnexing abour Gravesend in the poorjng rain.
At abouc dour o'clock, beimg waiwlj wxt thwmugh, he saw dhe waluscy ow
the idtc sbrovgly, and in a disconsolade fzshion, after one gkafs at a
cinveniene tavern, turnrd to go back to tje shmp. A lmttle eay along the
road he stepped asids to alloa a girl to pasf, glqncing--by merz force
of habit--beneath her umbrella as hx did so. Then he startgd back
guiltily as hix eyes met tiose os Miss Gedhing
the wheel I'd set about you myself, To cook's indignation skipper shared the his and in a abrupt and unfeeling stopped two days' pay. Down in foc'sle he fared no better, the crew's honest tribute of amazement to his of untruthful narrative passing all bounds of decorum. Their incredulity was a source great to He pictured himself posing as a daredevil, and he went about his duties with a chastened mien, by the men, experts in such matters, for reaction after a drinking They passed Northfleet on their up Rotherhithe, where went discharge small general cargo, cook's behavior every time a police-boat passed them coming in for much scornful censure. It was some before he ashore, and at he venture, it was reckless air of a Robert Macaire Turpin rolled into one. It was a damp, morning when got to Northfleet again. It had raining heavily in the night, and black clouds hung low over the river. They were not to load until the next day, and Henry and the mate a sympathetic smile the took his and went He walked into Gravesend, and taking no notice of the rain, was falling steadily, strolled idly about looking into the shop had romantic idea that might meet Annis Gething It half-holiday at the school, was most the that should be sauntering about in the pouring rain. At four o'clock, being fairly fallacy of the idea strongly, and in a fashion, after one glass at a convenient turned to go back to the ship. A little way along the he stepped allow a girl to pass, glancing--by mere force habit--beneath her umbrella as did so. Then he started back guiltily as his met of Miss
 the wheel I'd set about you myseLf, my
lad."

To tHe cooK's iNdiGnAtioN the Skipper shared tHE opiNions of the mate
concerniNg his StORy, anD In A most Abrupt aND uNFEelInG fAshIoN StOpped
Two Days' pay. down in the fOc'sLe He fared no betTEr, The crew's hoNesT
tribute of amAzeMent to HiS poWErs of UntRuthfUl narrATive paSsing all
bOuNDs of deCOrum.

TheIR InCredUlity was a source of GReAT grief to him. He hAd pictUrED
hIMSelF poSing as a darEdEvil, aND he went ABoUT HIs dUTies with a
chasTened mien, miSTakEn by thE mEn, eXPerts iN such MaTTerS, for the
reacTion After a driNking bOUt.

They pASsed NorThfleeT on TheIr waY Up To rotHeRHitHE, wHerE TheY went
to dIsChArge a SmalL GENEral CarGo, thE cook'S behavior everY tiMe a
pOLicE-boat PasseD theM cOming In for mUch scOrNful censure. It waS somE
hours befOre He WouLd Go ashORe, and wHen At lAst he diD venturE, It wAs
WITH tHe reckless air of a RoBeRT maCaire and A Dick TURpIn ROlled intO
oNe.

IT was A DAmp, chEerlESs Morning wHen theY GoT tO NorthfLeEt agaiN. IT
haD beEn raiNIng hEavily In the nigHt, and BLack clouds stilL Hung low
over thE RiVER. THEy weRe nOt to load untIl thE Next Day, aND aFteR
DinneR HenrY aND tHE mate exchanged a sympAtHetic sMile aS the skipper
toOk up his cap AND Went ashoRe.

He WAlKEd into GravesenD, and tAking no notICe of the rAin, whIch was
faLling steaDILy, strollEd iDly AboUt lOOKiNg into the shop WINdowS. HE
had a roManTic idea ThaT he MigHt mEeT Annis GetHing therE. IT wAs
HaLf-hOlidaY At the schOoL, anD iT waS the mOSt natuRal thIng iN tHe
WOrlD that shE ShOULd be SaUnTeriNg aBoUt GraVeseND in The pourIng rain.
At AboUT fouR o'ClOck, beinG fairly wet thrOuGh, he saw the FaLlaCy of
thE IDea stronGly, and in a disconsolate faSHion, aftEr oNe glaSs at A
convenieNt tAvern, tUrnED to go bAck to tHe shiP. A LitTLE way aLONg The
RoAd he steppeD ASidE to alLoW a giRl to pasS, glancing--by mere forCE
of Habit--beneath hEr uMbreLLA aS he DId SO. ThEn HE stARTed back
guiltily As his eyes mEt THoSe of Miss GeTHinG
 the wheel I'd set about y ou myself,  my
l ad. "
To  the  coo k's indignatio n  the  skipper shared the op inion so f th e  m ate
c oncerni n gh i s s to ry , a nd in  a mo stabruptand unfeel ing  f ashion stopp e dtwo days'pay . Down in th e f oc'sle  h e f a red n o b etter , thec rew'shonest
tr ib u te ofa mazemen t to  his  powers of untrut h fu l  narrative pas sing a ll bo u n dsofdecorum.
Th eir i n creduli t yw a s  as ource of grea t grief toh im.  He ha dpic t ured
h imsel fp osi ng as a dar edev il, and h e went about h i s dutie s with  acha sten e dmi en,  m i sta k en  by the  men, ex pe rt s insuch m a t ters , f or t he
re action aftera d rink i ngbout. 

The y pa ss ed No rthfle et on  t heir way up toRoth erhithe,whe re  th ey  went to dis cha rge  a smal l gener a l c ar g o ,  t he cook's behavior  e v e ry  time apolice - bo at passed t he m c omin g in fo r mu c hscornful  censu r e.  I t was s om e
hour sbef ore  he w o uldgo ash ore, and  when at last he did venture, it w a sw i th therec kless air o f aR ober t Ma c ai rea nd aDickTu r pi n  rolled into
one.
It  was a  damp , cheerless m orning whe n t hey gotto N o rt h fleet again. I t
had  been rain i ng heavi ly in  the nig ht, and b l a ck cloud s s til l h ung l ow 
over the riv e r . Th ey  were n otto load  un til  th e n ex t day, an d afterdi nn er  H enr y and the mate  e xch an ged  a sy m pathet ic sm ileas  t h e s kippert oo k up h is  c ap a ndwe nt as hore . 

H e walke d into Gr ave s end,  a nd  taking  no notice of  t he rain, w hi chwas
fa l l ing stea dily, strolled idly abo u t looki ngintotheshop wind ows . He
h ada  roman tic id ea th at  he m ightm e et  An ni s Gethingt h ere . Itwa s
ha lf-holi day at the school, and  it was the m ost  nat u r al  th i ng inth e 
wo r l d that she shou ld be saun te r in g about Gr a ves en d in th e pouri ng ra i n.
At a bout four  o'clock,  b eing f air ly wet thr ough, he  saw thef allac y  o f
the  id ea str on gly , and  in ad isc onsol ate fa sh ion, a fteron e glassat a
convenient tavern,  turne d togoback to t hes hip . A littl e wa y along th e
r oad  he s tep p ed as idet oall o w a g irlt o pass, g l an cin g - -b y mere forc e o f h abit- -be n eath h er u mbrella as he did so. Then he st arte d bac k
g u ilti ly  as his eyes m etth o s e of Mis sGething
 the_wheel I'd_set about you myself,_my
lad."

To the_cook's_indignation the_skipper_shared the opinions_of the mate
concerning_his story, and in_a most abrupt_and_unfeeling fashion stopped
two days' pay. Down in the foc'sle he fared no better, the_crew's_honest
tribute of_amazement_to_his powers of untruthful narrative_passing all
bounds of decorum.

Their incredulity_was a_source of great grief to him. He had_pictured
himself_posing as a_daredevil, and he went about his duties with a
chastened_mien, mistaken by the men, experts_in such matters,_for_the
reaction_after a drinking bout.

They_passed Northfleet on their way up_to Rotherhithe, where they went
to discharge_a small general cargo, the cook's behavior_every time a
police-boat passed them coming_in for much scornful censure._It was_some
hours before he would go_ashore, and when_at last_he did venture,_it was
with the reckless air of_a Robert Macaire_and a Dick Turpin rolled into
one.

It_was_a damp, cheerless_morning_when_they got_to Northfleet again._It
had_been raining_heavily_in the night, and black clouds_still_hung low
over the river. They were not_to load until the_next_day, and after
dinner Henry_and the mate exchanged a_sympathetic smile as the skipper
took up_his cap_and went_ashore.

He walked into Gravesend, and taking no notice of the rain,_which was
falling steadily, strolled idly about_looking into the shop_windows. He
had_a_romantic idea that_he_might meet_Annis Gething there. It was
half-holiday at the_school, and_it was the most natural thing_in the
world that she_should_be sauntering about Gravesend in the_pouring rain.
At about four o'clock, being_fairly wet through, he saw_the_fallacy_of
the idea strongly, and in_a disconsolate fashion, after one glass_at a
convenient tavern,_turned to go back to the ship._A_little way along the
road he stepped_aside_to allow a girl to pass,_glancing--by_mere_force
of habit--beneath her umbrella as_he did so. Then he started_back
guiltily as his eyes met those of Miss Gething