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           —Whatageishe?queriedonehearerwho,bytheway,seenfromtheside,boreadistantresemblancetoHenryCampbell,thetownclerk,awayfromthecarkingcaresofoffice,unwashedofcourseandinaseedygetupandastrongsuspicionofnosepaintaboutthenasalappendage.

           —Why,thesailoransweredwithaslowpuzzledutterance,myson,Danny?He’dbeabouteighteennow,wayIfigureit.

           TheSkibbereenfatherhereupontoreopenhisgreyoruncleananyhowshirtwithhistwohandsandscratchedawayathischestonwhichwastobeseenanimagetattooedinblueChineseinkintendedtorepresentananchor.

           —TherewasliceinthatbunkinBridgwater,heremarked,sureasnuts.Imustgetawashtomorrowornextday.It’sthemblackladsIobjectsto.Ihatethosebuggers.Suckyourblooddry,theydoes.

           Seeingtheywerealllookingathischestheaccommodatinglydraggedhisshirtmoreopensothatontopofthetimehonouredsymbolofthemariner’shopeandresttheyhadafullviewofthefigure16andayoungman’ssidefacelookingfrowninglyrather.

           —Tattoo,theexhibitorexplained.ThatwasdonewhenwewerelyingbecalmedoffOdessaintheBlackSeaunderCaptainDalton.Fellow,thenameofAntonio,donethat.Thereheishimself,aGreek.

           —Didithurtmuchdoingit?oneaskedthesailor.

           Thatworthy,however,wasbusilyengagedincollectingroundthe.Somewayinhis.Squeezingor.

           —Seehere,hesaid,showingAntonio.Thereheiscursingthemate.Andthereheisnow,headded,thesamefellow,pullingtheskinwithhisfingers,somespecialknackevidently,andhelaughingatayarn.