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"
Stuck
up
Dutchman
!
"
And
he
moaned
out
feverishly
a
long
tale
of
griefs
.
The
efforts
he
had
made
for
all
these
years
to
please
that
man
.
This
was
the
return
you
got
for
it
,
eh
?
Pretty
.
Write
to
Schnitzler
--
let
in
the
green-funnel
boats
--
get
an
old
Hamburg
Jew
to
ruin
him
.
No
,
really
he
could
laugh
...
He
laughed
sobbingly
...
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
And
make
him
carry
the
letter
in
his
own
ship
presumably
.
He
stumbled
across
a
grating
and
swore
.
He
would
not
hesitate
to
fling
the
Dutchman
's
correspondence
overboard
--
the
whole
confounded
bundle
.
He
had
never
,
never
made
any
charge
for
that
accommodation
.
But
Captain
Whalley
,
his
new
partner
,
would
not
let
him
probably
;
besides
,
it
would
be
only
putting
off
the
evil
day
.
For
his
own
part
he
would
make
a
hole
in
the
water
rather
than
look
on
tamely
at
the
green
funnels
overrunning
his
trade
.
He
raved
aloud
.
The
China
boys
hung
back
with
the
dishes
at
the
foot
of
the
ladder
.
He
yelled
from
the
bridge
down
at
the
deck
,
"
Are
n't
we
going
to
have
any
chow
this
evening
at
all
?
"
then
turned
violently
to
Captain
Whalley
,
who
waited
,
grave
and
patient
,
at
the
head
of
the
table
,
smoothing
his
beard
in
silence
now
and
then
with
a
forbearing
gesture
.
"
You
do
n't
seem
to
care
what
happens
to
me
.
Do
n't
you
see
that
this
affects
your
interests
as
much
as
mine
?
It
's
no
joking
matter
.
"
He
took
the
foot
of
the
table
growling
between
his
teeth
.
"
Unless
you
have
a
few
thousands
put
away
somewhere
.
I
have
n't
.
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
dined
in
his
thoroughly
lit-up
bungalow
,
putting
a
point
of
splendor
in
the
night
of
his
clearing
above
the
dark
bank
of
the
river
.
Afterwards
he
sat
down
to
his
piano
,
and
in
a
pause
he
became
aware
of
slow
footsteps
passing
on
the
path
along
the
front
.
A
plank
or
two
creaked
under
a
heavy
tread
;
he
swung
half
round
on
the
music-stool
,
listening
with
his
fingertips
at
rest
on
the
keyboard
.
His
little
terrier
barked
violently
,
backing
in
from
the
veranda
.
A
deep
voice
apologized
gravely
for
"
this
intrusion
.
"
He
walked
out
quickly
.
At
the
head
of
the
steps
the
patriarchal
figure
,
who
was
the
new
captain
of
the
Sofala
apparently
(
he
had
seen
a
round
dozen
of
them
,
but
not
one
of
that
sort
)
,
towered
without
advancing
.
The
little
dog
barked
unceasingly
,
till
a
flick
of
Mr.
Van
Wyk
's
handkerchief
made
him
spring
aside
into
silence
.
Captain
Whalley
,
opening
the
matter
,
was
met
by
a
punctiliously
polite
but
determined
opposition
.
