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Title: At Sunwich Port, Part 2.
Contents: Chapters 6-10
Author: W.W. Jacobs
Release Date: January 30, 2004 [EBook #10872]
Language: English
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AT SUNWICH PORT
BY
W. W. JACOBS
Part 2.
ILLUSTRATIONS
From Drawings by Will Owen
CHAPTER VI
For the first few days after his return Sunwich was full of surprises to
Jem Hardy. The town itself had changed but little, and the older
inhabitants were for the most part easily recognisable, but time had
wrought wonders among the younger members of the population: small boys
had attained to whiskered manhood, and small girls passing into
well-grown young women had in some cases even changed their names.
The most astounding and gratifying instance of the wonders effected by
time was that of Miss Nugent. He saw her first at the window, and with a
ready recognition of the enchantment lent by distance took the first
possible opportunity of a closer observation. He then realized the
enchantment afforded by proximity. The second opportunity led him
impetuously into a draper's shop, where a magnificent shop-walker, after
first ceremoniously handing him a high cane chair, passed on his order
for pins in a deep and thrilling baritone, and retired in good order.
[Illustration: "The most astounding and gratifying instance of the
wonders effected by time was that of Miss Nugent."]
By the end of a week his observations were completed, and Kate Nugent,
securely enthroned in his mind as the incarnation of feminine grace and
beauty, left but little room for other matters. On his second Sunday at
home, to his father's great surprise, he attended church, and after
contemplating Miss Nugent's back hair for an hour and a half came home
and spoke eloquently and nobly on "burying hatchets," "healing old
sores," "letting bygones be bygones," and kindred topics.
"I never take much notice of sermons myself," said the captain,
misunderstanding.
"Sermon?" said his son. "I wasn't thinking of t
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