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Stubb’s Supper

           "All‘dention,"saidtheoldblack,withbothhandsplacedasdesired,vainlywrigglinghisgrizzledhead,asiftogetbothearsinfrontatoneandthesametime.

           "Wellthen,cook,youseethiswhale-steakofyourswassoverybad,thathaveputitoutofsightassoonaspossible;youseethat,don’tyou?Well,forthefuture,whenyoucookanotherwhale-steakformyprivatetablehere,thecapstan,I’lltellyouwhattodosoasnottospoilitbyoverdoing.Holdthesteakinonehand,andshowalivecoaltoitwiththeother;thatdone,dishit;d’yehear?Andnowto-morrow,cook,whenwearecuttinginthefish,besureyoustandbytogetthetipsofhisfins;havethemputinpickle.Asfortheendsoftheflukes,havethemsoused,cook.There,nowyemaygo."

           ButFleecehadhardlygotthreepacesoff,whenhewasrecalled.

           "Cook,givemecutletsforsupperto-morrownightinthemid-watch.D’yehear?awayyousailthen.Halloa!stop!makeabowbeforeyougo.Avastheavingagain!Whale-ballsforbreakfastdon’tforget."

           "Wish,bygor!whaleeathim,‘steadofhimeatwhale.I’mbressedifheain’tmoreofsharkdanMassaSharkhisself,"mutteredtheoldman,limpingaway;withwhichsageejaculationhewenttohishammock.

           

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