You must either stop the beer or stop goin with
me and then my heart would be broak, every girl I see which married a
drinking man has supped sorrow for sertain, and the man the same, and
you will be just the same. Pray, my dear, do take the right tirning, or
I must keap my word. So no more at present from your loveing SARAH
KERRISON."
Jack cursed once, and then muttered "Werra well, let her. Let her go and
take on some one better;" but he was amazingly unhappy despite his
defiance, and his unhappiness drove him to frantic excesses. He used to
scare his companions by saying, "If God takes my girl, they can talk
about Him as they like, but He shan't take my soul, not if I damn for
it." Then when the shuddering men said, "For mercy's sake, shut up.
It's enough to sink the wessel," he would make answer, "Werra good, let
her sink; and the sooner the better."
The days wore away, and the time came for Jack to run home. The smack
was well clear of the fleets and spinning along nicely to southward on a
dark night, and Jack was at the wheel.
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