Blaze away! if I may so express
myself. It does a man good to see such energy on a warm morning."
"I've said all I'm a-goin' to say," exclaimed Mrs. Bubb, as she
mopped her forehead with a greasy apron. "I've warned her, that's
all, and I mean her well, little as she deserves it. Now, you,
Moggie, don't stand gahpin' there git them breakfast things washed
up, can't you? It'll be tea time agin before the beds is made. And
what's come to _you_ this morning?"
She addressed Mr. Gammon, who had seated himself on a corner of the
table, as if to watch and listen. He was a short, thick-set man with
dark, wiry hair roughened into innumerable curls, and similar
whiskers ending in a clean razor-line halfway down the cheek. His
eyes were blue and had a wondering innocence, which seemed partly
the result of facetious affectation, as also was the peculiar curve
of his lips, ever ready for joke or laughter. Yet the broad, mobile
countenance had lines of shrewdness and of strength, plain enough
whenever it relapsed into gravity, and the rude shaping of jaw and
chin might have warned anyone disposed to take advantage of the
man's good nature.
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