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CHAPTER IV BINKS'S BIT O' TEACHIN'

Word Count: 1247    |    Released on: 19/11/2017

rage. Splutters and Shutters scrambled to meet the visitors, barking out hospitality in their customary violent fashion. Behind

family, was endeavouring to protect them from the frantic welcome of the terriers,

y; I'm but p

ays exquisitely dressed, maintaining as a reason that if the human body be the temple of Christ, then it must be the bounden duty of the Christian owner not only to keep it wholesome, but also to adorn it, making it fair without, to

ld as if his aches and pains were so many honours. 'But there, what's 'ee to expec' a

, Binks!' She held up for inspection an elaborately dressed lady, whose arms and legs were in such a tre

his, Binks,' said Theo. 'I could send you over some in

e best liniment to patch them jints!' Binks was stolidly

g at the drawing-room window waving to us. We must not keep her waiting. Can't you leave

and trig as you please. God give 'em smooth seas to sail over!' added the old

urely, it faded, until the little home it had gladdened and made fair was empty and dark, like the hearts left sorrowing. Long years ago though it was since the blow had fallen, still not yet was the wound healed over. Behind the austere front and grim temper

he pier-head. 'But I make no doubt she've her peck o' troubles, too, what with them limbs of young brothers, and the captain so uplifted-like that he

Binks! Oh

to find Geoff and Alick

k?' snapped the old man crustily. The boys were

e yet. And we've just seen our boat come into the pier,

'Miss Theedory, she says, says she, "Binks, I looks to you to see arter that boat for me!" and with that she stepped up to the house, she and little missy, to se

ng fight. We mean to have the boat. It's our b

byword as an athlete in his young days. With a touch of angry red in his brown, wrinkled cheek, and a spark of wrath in his deep-set eyes, he seized the boy neatly by the back of the collar and the band of his Nor

wants to, interfere wi' me doin' of my dooty,

med Alick, maddened more by a sense of humiliation than of ter

erstand the way an honest man dispoges of obstructions in the path o' dooty! You're an obstruction, you ar

ick, sidling hurriedly off, with a parting shot

chap is very game. You must allow, too, that

was different. Baffled and furious, he slouched away, hatching secret reven

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