The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval LieutenantCupples, George
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The Green Hand: Adventures of a Naval Lieutenant
Cupples, George
Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
"In fact, the whiff of cocoa-nut oil, and other dark perfumes about him,
came out in a hot calm at sea, when everything sickens one, as to need
no inquiry about the matter; however, I walked straight aft to the
round-house, and in at the open door, through which Sir Charles was to
be seen pacing from one side of his cabin to the other, like a Bengal
tiger in a cage. 'Harkye, young man,' said he sternly, turning as soon
as I came in, with my hat in my hand, 'since I had the honour of your
company here this morning, I have recollected--indeed, I find that one
of my servants had done the same--that you are the person who molested
my family by various annoyances beside my garden at Croydon, sir!'
'Indeed, Sir Charles!' said I coolly, for the bitter feeling I had made
me cool: 'they must have been unintentional then, sir! But I was
certainly at Croydon, seeing my mother's house happens to be there.'
'You must have had some design in entering this vessel, sir!' continued
the judge, in a passion: ''gad, sir, the coincidence is too curious!
Tell me what it is at once, or by----' 'My design was to go to India,
sir,' answered I, as quietly as before. 'In what capacity?--who are
you?--what--who--what do you want _there_, eh?' rapped out the judge.
'I'm not aware, sir,' said I, 'what right you've got to question me; but
I--in fact, I'll tell _so_ much to any man--why, I'm an officer in the
Navy.'
"Sir Charles brought short up in his pacing and stamping, and stared at
me. 'An officer in the Navy!' repeated he; 'but yes--why, now I think, I
do remember something in your dress, sir--though it was the _face_ that
struck me! In short then, sir, this makes the case worse: you are here
on false pretences--affecting the very reverse, sir--setting yourself up
for a model of simplicity,--a laughing-stock indeed!' 'I had reasons for
not wishing my profession to be known, Sir Charles,' said I; 'most
special reasons. They're now over, however, and I don't care _who_ knows
it!' 'May I ask what these were?' said the judge. '_That_ I'll never
tell to any man breathing!' I said determinedly.
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