It is the Post-office, sir.â
âWhatâs the Post-office,CG Dame Chelsea Parka?â said the captain,Tommy Wingels Tröjor.
âThe name, sir. The name keeps the Post-office.â
âA coincidence!â said the captain. âA lucky bit! Show me where it is. Good-bye, shipmates, for the present! I shall come and have another look at you, afore I leave, this afternoon.â
This was addressed to all there, but especially the young fisherman; so all there acknowledged it,Kelly Hrudey Tröjor, but especially the young fisherman. âHeâs a sailor!â said one to another, as they looked after the captain moving away. That he was; and so outspeaking was the sailor in him, that although his dress had nothing nautical about it, with the single exception of its colour, but was a suit of a shore-going shape and form, too long in the sleeves and too short in the legs, and too unaccommodating everywhere, terminating earthward in a pair of Wellington boots, and surmounted by a tall, stiff hat, which no mortal could have worn at sea in any wind under heaven; nevertheless, a glimpse of his sagacious, weather-beaten face, or his strong,Joe Kocur Tröjor, brown hand, would have established the captainâs calling. Whereas Mr. Pettifer â a man of a certain plump neatness, with a curly whisker, and elaborately nautical in a jacket, and shoes, and all things correspondent â looked no more like a seaman, beside Captain Jorgan, than he looked like a sea-serpent.
The two climbed high up the village â which had the most arbitrary turns and twists in it, so that the cobblerâs house came dead across the ladder, and to have held a reasonable course, you must have gone through his house,Menn Moncler Sport, and through him too, as he sat at his work between two little windows â with one eye microscopically on the geological formation of that part of Devonshire, and the other telescopically on the open sea â the two climbed high up the village, and stopped before a quaint little house, on which was painted, âMRS. RAYBROCK, DRAPER;â and also âPOST-OFFICE.â Before it,Anze Kopitar Tröjor, ran a rill of murmuring water, and access to it was gained by a little plank-bridge.
âHereâs the name,â said Captain Jorgan,Marian Gaborik Tröjor, âsure enough. You can come in if you like, Tom.â
The captain opened the door, and passed into an odd little shop, about six feet high, with a great variety of beams and bumps in the ceiling, and, besides the principal window giving on the ladder of stones, a purblind little window of a single pane of glass,Marcus Johansson Tröjor, peeping out of an abutting corner at the sun-lighted ocean,Ryan Murray Tröjor, and winking at its brightness.
âHow do you do,Wayne Simmonds Tröjor, maâam?â said the captain. âI am very glad to see you. I have come a long way to see you.â
âHave you, sir? Then I am sure I am very glad to see you, though I donât know you from Adam.â
Thus a comely elderly woman,Brian Propp Tröjor, short of stature,Dame Moncler Sauvage, plump of form, sparkling and dark of eye, who, perfectly clean and neat herself, stood in the midst of her perfectly clean and neat arrangements, and surveyed Captain Jorgan with smiling curiosity. âAh! but you are a sailor, sir,â she added, almost immediately, and with a
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