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Socrates was a wise man, I believe?"
"He was," assented Marlow. "And a true friend of youth. He lectured
them in a peculiarly exasperating manner. It was a way he had."
"Then give me Powell every time," declared our new acquaintance sturdily.
"He didn't lecture me in any way. Not he. He said: 'How do you do?'
quite kindly to my mumble. Then says he looking very hard at me: 'I
don't think I know you--do I?'
"No, sir," I said and down went my heart sliding into my boots, just as
the time had come to summon up all my cheek. There's nothing meaner in
the world than a piece of impudence that isn't carried off well. For
fear of appearing shamefaced I started about it so free and easy as
almost to frighten myself. He listened for a while looking at my face
with surprise and curiosity and then held up his hand. I was glad enough
to shut up, I can tell you.
"Well, you are a cool hand," says he. "And that friend of yours too. He
pestered me coming here every day for a fortnight till a captain I'm
acquainted with was good enough to give him a berth.


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