Морской волк

Chapter 9

           Nextmorning,afterbreakfast,ThomasMugridgebeganhiswhet,whet,whet.Iglancedwarilyathim,forIwasonmykneestakingtheashesfromthestove.WhenIreturnedfromthrowingthemoverside,hewastalkingtoHarrison,whosehonestyokel’sfacewasfilledwithfascinationandwonder.

           "Yes,"Mugridgewassaying,"an’wotdoes‘isworshipdobutgivemetwoyearsinReading.ButblimeyifIcared.Theothermugwasfixedplenty.Should‘aseen’im.Knifejustlikethis.Istuckitin,likeintosoftbutter,an’thew’y‘esquealedwasbetter’natu-pennygaff."HeshotaglanceinmydirectiontoseeifIwastakingitin,andwenton."‘Ididn’tmeanitTommy,’‘ewassnifflin’;‘so‘elpmeGawd,Ididn’tmeanit!’‘I’llfixyerbloodywellright,’Isez,an’keptrightafter’im.Icut’iminribbons,that’swotIdid,an’‘ea-squealin’allthetime.Once‘egot‘is‘andontheknifean’triedto‘oldit.‘Ad‘isfingersaroundit,butIpulleditthrough,cuttin’tothebone.O,‘ewasasight,Icantellyer."

           Acallfromthemateinterruptedthegorynarrative,andHarrisonwentaft.Mugridgesatdownontheraisedthresholdtothegalleyandwentonwithhisknife-sharpening.Iputtheshovelawayandcalmlysatdownonthecoal-boxfacinghim.Hefavouredmewithaviciousstare.Stillcalmly,thoughmyheartwasgoingpitapat,IpulledoutLouis’sdirkandbegantowhetitonthestone.

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