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"
’
You
’
d
better
come
and
take
them
if
you
want
them
,
’
says
Charlie
.
"
He
was
a
powerful
fellow
,
Tough
Bill
,
but
he
didn
’
t
quite
like
the
look
of
Charlie
,
so
he
began
cursing
him
.
He
called
him
pretty
near
every
name
he
could
lay
hands
on
,
and
when
Tough
Bill
began
cursing
it
was
worth
listening
to
him
.
Well
,
Charlie
stuck
it
for
a
bit
,
then
he
stepped
forward
and
he
just
said
:
’
Get
out
,
you
bloody
swine
.
’
It
wasn
’
t
so
much
what
he
said
,
but
the
way
he
said
it
.
Tough
Bill
never
spoke
another
word
;
you
could
see
him
go
yellow
,
and
he
walked
away
as
if
he
’
d
remembered
he
had
a
date
.
"
Strickland
,
according
to
Captain
Nichols
,
did
not
use
exactly
the
words
I
have
given
,
but
since
this
book
is
meant
for
family
reading
I
have
thought
it
better
,
at
the
expense
of
truth
,
to
put
into
his
mouth
expressions
familiar
to
the
domestic
circle
.
Now
,
Tough
Bill
was
not
the
man
to
put
up
with
humiliation
at
the
hands
of
a
common
sailor
.
His
power
depended
on
his
prestige
,
and
first
one
,
then
another
,
of
the
sailors
who
lived
in
his
house
told
them
that
he
had
sworn
to
do
Strickland
in
.
One
night
Captain
Nichols
and
Strickland
were
sitting
in
one
of
the
bars
of
the
Rue
Bouterie
.
The
Rue
Bouterie
is
a
narrow
street
of
one
-
storeyed
houses
,
each
house
consisting
of
but
one
room
;
they
are
like
the
booths
in
a
crowded
fair
or
the
cages
of
animals
in
a
circus
.
At
every
door
you
see
a
woman
.
Some
lean
lazily
against
the
side
-
posts
,
humming
to
themselves
or
calling
to
the
passer
-
by
in
a
raucous
voice
,
and
some
listlessly
read
.
They
are
French
.
Italian
,
Spanish
,
Japanese
,
coloured
;
some
are
fat
and
some
are
thin
;
and
under
the
thick
paint
on
their
faces
,
the
heavy
smears
on
their
eyebrows
,
and
the
scarlet
of
their
lips
,
you
see
the
lines
of
age
and
the
scars
of
dissipation
.
Some
wear
black
shifts
and
flesh
-
coloured
stockings
;
some
with
curly
hair
,
dyed
yellow
,
are
dressed
like
little
girls
in
short
muslin
frocks
.
Through
the
open
door
you
see
a
red
-
tiled
floor
,
a
large
wooden
bed
,
and
on
a
deal
table
a
ewer
and
a
basin
.
A
motley
crowd
saunters
along
the
streets
—
Lascars
off
a
P
.
and
O
.
,
blond
Northmen
from
a
Swedish
barque
,
Japanese
from
a
man
-
of
-
war
,
English
sailors
,
Spaniards
,
pleasant
-
looking
fellows
from
a
French
cruiser
,
negroes
off
an
American
tramp
.
By
day
it
is
merely
sordid
,
but
at
night
,
lit
only
by
the
lamps
in
the
little
huts
,
the
street
has
a
sinister
beauty
.
The
hideous
lust
that
pervades
the
air
is
oppressive
and
horrible
,
and
yet
there
is
something
mysterious
in
the
sight
which
haunts
and
troubles
you
.
You
feel
I
know
not
what
primitive
force
which
repels
and
yet
fascinates
you
.
Here
all
the
decencies
of
civilisation
are
swept
away
,
and
you
feel
that
men
are
face
to
face
with
a
sombre
reality
.
There
is
an
atmosphere
that
is
at
once
intense
and
tragic
.
In
the
bar
in
which
Strickland
and
Nichols
sat
a
mechanical
piano
was
loudly
grinding
out
dance
music
.
Round
the
room
people
were
sitting
at
table
,
here
half
a
dozen
sailors
uproariously
drunk
,
there
a
group
of
soldiers
;
and
in
the
middle
,
crowded
together
,
couples
were
dancing
.
Bearded
sailors
with
brown
faces
and
large
horny
hands
clasped
their
partners
in
a
tight
embrace
.
The
women
wore
nothing
but
a
shift
.
Now
and
then
two
sailors
would
get
up
and
dance
together
.
The
noise
was
deafening
.
People
were
singing
,
shouting
,
laughing
;
and
when
a
man
gave
a
long
kiss
to
the
girl
sitting
on
his
knees
,
cat
-
calls
from
the
English
sailors
increased
the
din
.
The
air
was
heavy
with
the
dust
beaten
up
by
the
heavy
boots
of
the
men
,
and
gray
with
smoke
.
It
was
very
hot
.
Behind
the
bar
was
seated
a
woman
nursing
her
baby
.
The
waiter
,
an
undersized
youth
with
a
flat
,
spotty
face
,
hurried
to
and
fro
carrying
a
tray
laden
with
glasses
of
beer
.
In
a
little
while
Tough
Bill
,
accompanied
by
two
huge
negroes
,
came
in
,
and
it
was
easy
to
see
that
he
was
already
three
parts
drunk
.
He
was
looking
for
trouble
.
He
lurched
against
a
table
at
which
three
soldiers
were
sitting
and
knocked
over
a
glass
of
beer
.
There
was
an
angry
altercation
,
and
the
owner
of
the
bar
stepped
forward
and
ordered
Tough
Bill
to
go
.
He
was
a
hefty
fellow
,
in
the
habit
of
standing
no
nonsense
from
his
customers
,
and
Tough
Bill
hesitated
.
The
landlord
was
not
a
man
he
cared
to
tackle
,
for
the
police
were
on
his
side
,
and
with
an
oath
he
turned
on
his
heel
.
Suddenly
he
caught
sight
of
Strickland
.
He
rolled
up
to
him
.
He
did
not
speak
.
He
gathered
the
spittle
in
his
mouth
and
spat
full
in
Strickland
’
s
face
.
Strickland
seized
his
glass
and
flung
it
at
him
.
The
dancers
stopped
suddenly
still
.
There
was
an
instant
of
complete
silence
,
but
when
Tough
Bill
threw
himself
on
Strickland
the
lust
of
battle
seized
them
all
,
and
in
a
moment
there
was
a
confused
scrimmage
.
Tables
were
overturned
,
glasses
crashed
to
the
ground
.
There
was
a
hellish
row
.
The
women
scattered
to
the
door
and
behind
the
bar
.
Passers
-
by
surged
in
from
the
street
.
You
heard
curses
in
every
tongue
the
sound
of
blows
,
cries
;
and
in
the
middle
of
the
room
a
dozen
men
were
fighting
with
all
their
might
.
On
a
sudden
the
police
rushed
in
,
and
everyone
who
could
made
for
the
door
.
When
the
bar
was
more
or
less
cleared
,
Tough
Bill
was
lying
insensible
on
the
floor
with
a
great
gash
in
his
head
.
