W. W. Jacobs

W. W. Jacobs

Summary

Portrait of W. W. Jacobs W. W. Jacobs,  The Third String

“ Think of 'er feelings."
"For the sake of your good name," ses Peter.
"I should never speak to you agin, Ginger," ses old Sam, pursing up 'is lips.
"Nor me neither," ses Peter Russet.
"To think of our Ginger being called a coward," ses old Sam, with a shudder, "and afore a gal, too."
"The loveliest gal in Wapping," ses Peter.
"Look 'ere," ses Ginger, "you can shut up, both of you. I'm not going, and that's the long and short of it. I don't mind an ordinary man, but I draw the line at prize-fighters."
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Portrait of W. W. Jacobs W. W. Jacobs,  The Third String

“ I didn't make it. If being in love is going to make you so disagreeable to your best friends, Ginger, you'd better go and live by yourself."
"I 'eard something about her to-day, Ginger," ses Peter Russet. "I met a chap I used to know at Bull's Wharf, and he told me that she used to keep company with a chap named Bill Lumm, a bit of a prize-fighter, and since she gave 'im up she won't look at anybody else."
"Was she very fond of 'im, then?" asks Ginger.
"I don't know," ses Peter; "but this chap told me that she won't walk out with anybody agin, unless it's another prize-fighter.
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Portrait of W. W. Jacobs W. W. Jacobs,  The Third String

“ Her pride won't let her, I s'pose."
"Well, that's all right, Ginger," ses Sam; "all you've got to do is to go and be a prize-fighter."
"If I 'ave any more o' your nonsense—" ses Ginger, starting up.
"That's right," ses Sam; "jump down anybody's throat when they're trying to do you a kindness. That's you all over, Ginger, that is. Wot's to prevent you telling 'er that you're a prize-fighter from Australia or somewhere? She won't know no better."
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