spoke of ‘ee. Why don’t Hester invite Naisten Brasilia Pelipaidat you inside? Come’st ‘long in to supper, my son.”
Zeke followed them Bayern Munich Dame in, and this was the first of many visits. John was one of those naturally friendly souls (there are many in the world) who never go forth to seek friends, and to whom few friends ever come, and these by accident. Zeke’s talk set Birmingham City his tongue running on his own brief Wanderjahre. And Hester would sit and listen to the pair with heightened colour, which made John wonder why, as a rule, she shunned company — it did her so much good. So it grew to be Tyskland Børn Fodboldtrøjer a settled thing that whenever the Touch-me-not entered port a knife and fork awaited Zeke up at Hall, and the oftener he came the pleasanter was John’s face.
Chapter 5
Three years passed, and in the summer of the third Galatasaray SK Fodboldtrøjer year Captain Nummy Tangye, of the Touch-me-not, relinquished his PJS Naiset Long Bear command. Captain Tangye’s baptismal name was Matthias, and Bideford, in Devon, his native town. But the Touch-me-not, which he had commanded for thirty-five Bremen Fodboldtrøjer years, happened to carry for figurehead a wooden Highlander holding a thistle close to his chest, and against his thigh a scroll with the motto, Noli Me Tangere, and this being, in popular belief, an effigy of the captain taken in the Miehet Northface Scythe Takki prime of life, Mr. Tangye cheerfully accepted the fiction with its implication of Scottish descent, and was known at home and in various out-of-the-way parts of the world as Nolim or Nummy. He even carried about a small volume of PJS Naiset Californian Joanna Burns in his pocket; not from any love of poetry, but to demonstrate, when required, that Scotsmen have their own notions of spelling.
Captain Tangye owned a preponderance of shares in the Touch-me-not, and had no difficulty in getting Zeke (who now held a master’s certificate) appointed to succeed him. The old man hauled ashore to a cottage with a green door and a brass knocker and a garden high over the water-side. In this he spent the most of his time with a glittering brass telescope of uncommon length, and in the intervals of studying the weather and the shipping, watched John Penaluna at work across the harbour.
The Touch-me-not made two successful voyages under Zeke’s command, and was home again and discharging beside Naisten Tottenham Hotspur Pelipaidat the Town Quay, when, one summer’s day, as John Penaluna leaned on his pitchfork beside a heap of weeds arranged for burning he glanced up and saw Captain Tangye hobbling painfully towards him across the slope. The old man had on his best blue cut-away coat, and paused now and then to wipe his brow.
“I take this as very friendly,” said John.
Captain Tangye grunted. “P’rhaps ’tis, p’rhaps ‘tisn’. Better wait a bit afore you say it.”
“Stay and have a bit of dinner with me Naisten Portugali Pelipaidat and the missus.”
“Dashed if I do! ’Tis about her I came to tell ‘ee.”
“Yes?” John, being puzzled, smiled in a meaningless way.
“Zeke’s home agen.”
“Yes; he was up here two evenin’s ago.”
“He was here yesterday; he’ll be here again today. He comes here too often. I’ve got a telescope, Celtic Dame Johnlinks:
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