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The “Gloria Scott”
Hisfacewasthinandbrownandcrafty,withaperpetualsmileuponit,whichshowedanirregularlineofyellowteeth,andhiscrinkledhandswerehalfclosedinawaythatisdistinctiveofsailors.AshecameslouchingacrossthelawnIheardMr.Trevormakeasortofhiccoughingnoiseinhisthroat,and,jumpingoutofhischair,heranintothehouse.Hewasbackinamoment,andIsmeltastrongreekofbrandyashepassedme.
"‘Well,myman,"saidhe.‘WhatcanIdoforyou?’
"Thesailorstoodlookingathimwithpuckeredeyes,andwiththesameloose-lippedsmileuponhisface.
"‘Youdon’tknowme?"heasked.
"‘Why,dearme,itissurelyHudson,"saidMr.Trevorinatoneofsurprise.
"‘Hudsonitis,sir,"saidtheseaman.‘Why,it’sthirtyyearandmoresinceIsawyoulast.Hereyouareinyourhouse,andmestillpickingmysaltmeatoutoftheharnesscask.’
"‘Tut,youwillfindthatIhavenotforgottenoldtimes,"criedMr.Trevor,and,walkingtowardsthesailor,hesaidsomethinginalowvoice.‘Gointothekitchen,"hecontinuedoutloud,‘andyouwillgetfoodanddrink.IhavenodoubtthatIshallfindyouasituation.’
"‘Thankyou,sir,"saidtheseaman,touchinghisforelock.‘I’mjustoffatwo-yearerinaneight-knottramp,short-handedatthat,andIwantsarest.IthoughtI’dgetiteitherwithMr.Beddoesorwithyou.’
"‘Ah!"criedMr.Trevor.
