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"
But
how
'
bout
this
paper
?
D'you
mean
to
say
--
?
"
"
Not
a
word
of
it
,
"
said
Marvel
,
stoutly
.
The
mariner
stared
,
paper
in
hand
.
Mr.
Marvel
jerkily
faced
about
.
"
Wait
a
bit
,
"
said
the
mariner
,
rising
and
speaking
slowly
,
"
D'you
mean
to
say
--
?
"
"
I
do
,
"
said
Mr.
Marvel
.
"
Then
why
did
you
let
me
go
on
and
tell
you
all
this
blarsted
stuff
,
then
?
What
d'yer
mean
by
letting
a
man
make
a
fool
of
himself
like
that
for
?
Eh
?
"
Mr.
Marvel
blew
out
his
cheeks
.
The
mariner
was
suddenly
very
red
indeed
;
he
clenched
his
hands
.
"
I
been
talking
here
this
ten
minutes
,
"
he
said
;
"
and
you
,
you
little
pot-bellied
,
leathery-faced
son
of
an
old
boot
,
could
n't
have
the
elementary
manners
--
"
"
Do
n't
you
come
bandying
words
with
me
,
"
said
Mr.
Marvel
.
"
Bandying
words
!
I
'm
a
jolly
good
mind
--
"
"
Come
up
,
"
said
a
Voice
,
and
Mr.
Marvel
was
suddenly
whirled
about
and
started
marching
off
in
a
curious
spasmodic
manner
.
"
You
'd
better
move
on
,
"
said
the
mariner
.
"
Who
's
moving
on
?
"
said
Mr.
Marvel
.
He
was
receding
obliquely
with
a
curious
hurrying
gait
,
with
occasional
violent
jerks
forward
.
Some
way
along
the
road
he
began
a
muttered
monologue
,
protests
and
recriminations
.
"
Silly
devil
!
"
said
the
mariner
,
legs
wide
apart
,
elbows
akimbo
,
watching
the
receding
figure
.
"
I
'll
show
you
,
you
silly
ass
--
hoaxing
me
!
It
's
here
--
on
the
paper
!
"
