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  Smoked Skipperby William Wymark (W.W.) Jacobs [?]
  "Wapping Old Stairs?" said the rough individual, shouldering the bran-new sea-chest, and starting off at a trot with it; "yus, I know the place, captin. Fust v'y'ge, sir?"
  "This ain't your fust v'y'ge, captin," he said admiringly; "don't tell me. I could twig that directly I see you. Ho, what's the use o' trying to come it over a poor 'ard-working man like that?"
  "Two an' sixpence, captin," said the man, still smiling, "but I'm a bit 'usky, an' p'raps you didn't hear the two–'arf a crown's the regler price. We ain't allowed to do it under."
  "'E's goin' to change 'arf a suvren, or p'raps a suvren," said the waterman; "you'd better make it five bob, matey."
  "Ah, an' you make yours more," said the light-porter cordially. "Well, I'm—- Well of all the—-"
  "Get off that box," said the big policeman who had come back with the boy. "Take your sixpence an' go. If I catch you down this way again—-"
  "It's got a lot o' pirates aboard of it," said the mate fiercely, as he turned and regarded the crew, "a set o' lazy, loafing, idle, worthless—-"