Moonfleet Page #4
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you mock God in His own house
and this shall not be forgiven you
here or hereafter.
Amen!
Who is it?
It's I, sir. John Mohune.
Olivia Mohune's boy.
I was fond of your mother.
Most fond.
Seeing you here in church today
was a comfort to me.
On a day of great anger!
Parson Glennie,
what became of the diamond?
The diamond he sold his honour for.
That secret lies buried
with Sir John.
Perhaps it is better so.
But if I found it,
it would be mine, wouldn't it?
So young, and your heart already
set on possessions?
But if I put it to good use, sir?
If you found it, you would succeed
where generations have failed.
Now, my boy, we're about to
be plunged in primeval darkness.
You're not afraid to cross
the churchyard alone, are you?
No, sir.
Still, you'd better take this.
You can return it in the morning.
I shall look forward
to talking with you.
Thank you, sir.
Good night, my boy. God bless you.
Good night, sir.
Get the ladder up.
Half the roof's fallen in!
Blood, what a shambles!
Get those kegs out of the water!
It was the brandy kegs
dancing around, not Redbeard!
I wonder Parson didn't smell a rat!
The tide come any higher, the
barrels will float down the aisle!
What about me?
- Is this all that's coming?
- Parminter's cried off.
And Starkill...
What ails 'em?
Feared to showfight
since that business of Greening.
The fools!
Aye. But the question is,
do we need the one?
Gentlemen!
On my way to Ashwood House,
I received a message.
It said that I might find
better entertainment here.
Who peached?
I can spare you five minutes.
Well, here it is. The men's hearts
ain't in this business any more.
What do the men want,
plainly and simply?
Before they'll run another cargo,
they want a bigger share.
It ain't right that
some should take all the chances
while others
pockets all the profits!
You may give yourself airs
above ground, Mr. Kiss-me-hand Fox,
but down here
you're no better than we are.
You witless, gutless
misbegotten gallows-bait!
Before you thought yourselves
desperate fellows
if you smuggled two kegs
a month in a load of mackerel!
And I claim the captain's share
because I earn it!
Now, gentlemen,
anything else you wished to discuss?
No?
Then if you'll excuse me.
"Strengthen ye the weak hands,
and confirm the feeble knees."
Isaiah 35:
3.Im for bed.
Here, best see to this.
Cover it up.
Stap me!
It's not my hat! It's too small.
Well, it's more'n likely that
your head's too big with the brandy.
All right, all right.
Get along with it!
That'll do it.
Now nobody can get in or out!
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