Women in charitable work -- England -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Oh, she flouted me, Hetty--said she had vowed to wed no one, and all
that sort of thing. Poor Bet--she have sperrit of her own, and life
have never gone easy with her. She seemed to think she was sorry for
me. She makes out that she's all as hard as brass, but she ain't
really."
"No, she ain't really," repeated Hester. "It's all a kind of cloak. I
ha' used it myself, but Bet overdoes it. Ef ever there's a girl with a
great warm heart it's Bet Granger."
Will's eyes were shining at the words of praise.
"God bless you, Hetty!" he said.
Hester looked at him anxiously.
"Poor lad! And she wouldn't have nought to do with you? I'm sorry for
you, Will, but Bet ain't the girl not to know her own mind. Ef she
refused you, lad, why didn't you join the crew of the 'Good Queen
Anne'? It ain't best for a lad like you to be loafing about Liverpool.
I'm main sorry you ha' lost your berth in the good ship, Will."
"You must hear me out, Hester. I haven't half told my yarn."
Then Will related what befell him the night before-how Dent walked home
with him, and begged to buy his place in the ship; how Will was firm in
his refusal until Dent declared his intention of going in for Bet, and
making her his wife at any cost.
"He shan't have her," said Will, clenching his fist. "A fellow like
Dent!-why, he's a real bad 'un, Hester. Why, he swears dreadful, and he
drinks deep, and he's cruel. Ef you had seen how he treated the cabin
boy when we was mates together in the `Betsy Prig' you wouldn't like
the feel of knowing that a girl what you loved more than all the world
should even set eyes on him. Why, he's a worse man than Bet's father,
and that's saying enough."
"Yes, it's saying enough," said Hester. "And so you sold your berth to
Isaac?"
"Yes-I wanted to get rid of him, and I can soon find another.
Liverpool's a bit a fresher place to-night because he's not in it."
"And what did he give you, Will?"
"Ten pounds, in Bank of England notes. I have them in my pocket. Shall
I show them to you, Hester?"
"No, no; only keep them close. Don't talk of them, and don't change
them until you can't help yourself. This is a bad part of town for a
lad to have a bit of money in. You keep your lips sealed about it,
Will--that is, if you want to keep the money."
"Never fear," said Will. "I think I have sold my berth for mighty
little."
Hester rose from her place by the fire. She began to pour the boiling
water into her little cracked teapot, and now she placed it on the hob
to draw.
"What floors me, Will, is this," she said,--"how did a fellow like Dent
come by so much money? Ef there is a ne'er-do-well it's Dent; and I
want to know how he come by a lot of money like that."
"I can't tell you," replied Will. "I suppose he was well paid after his
last voyage. He's a prime seaman, whatever else he ain't. He'd a bit of
gold or two in his pocket, and some silver besides the notes--yes, now
I come to think of it, he was remarkably flush of coin for a chap like
him."
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