W. W. Jacobs

W. W. Jacobs

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Portrait of W. W. Jacobs W. W. Jacobs Contraband of War (1896)

It's much easier for a small man to slip off than a big one."
"It licks me," said Joe thoughtfully, "what they want 'em back for—I should think they'd be glad to git rid o' such—" he paused a moment while politeness struggled with feeling, and added, "skunks."
"P'raps I've a reason for being a skunk, p'raps I haven't," retorted Private Smith, as his face fell.
"This'll be your bunk," interposed Dan hastily; "put your things in there, and when you are in yourself you'll be as comfortable as a oyster in its shell."
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Portrait of W. W. Jacobs W. W. Jacobs Contraband of War (1896)

With decent good will the other men turned out their pockets, and, adding to the store, heartily pressed it upon the reluctant Smith, who, after shaking hands gratefully, followed Joe on deck.
"You've got enough to pay your fare," said the latter; "an' I've told the skipper you are going ashore to send off telegrams. If you send the money back to Dan, I'll never forgive you."
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Portrait of W. W. Jacobs W. W. Jacobs Contraband of War (1896)

With these words old Dan, patting him affectionately, retired, and the soldier lay trying to sleep in his narrow quarters until he was aroused by a grip on his arm.
"If you want a mouthful of fresh air you'd better come on deck now," said the voice of Joe; "it's my watch. You can get all the sleep you want in the daytime."
Glad to escape from such stuffy quarters, Private Smith clambered out of his bunk and followed the other on deck. It was a fine clear night, and the schooner was going along under a light breeze
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