Book Excerpt: ribed by Mr.Chalk from his eye, and leaning over."What are you doing with that spy-glass?" demanded his master, beckoningto the visitor, who had drawn near. "How dare you stare in at people'swindows?""I wasn't, sir," replied Mr. Tasker, in an injured voice. "I wouldn'tthink o' such a thing--I couldn't, not if I tried.""You'd got it pointed straight at my bedroom window," cried Mr. Chalk, ashe accompanied the captain down the garden. "And it ain't the firsttime.""I wasn't, sir," said the steward, addressing his ...
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Book Excerpt: ribed by Mr.Chalk from his eye, and leaning over."What are you doing with that spy-glass?" demanded his master, beckoningto the visitor, who had drawn near. "How dare you stare in at people'swindows?""I wasn't, sir," replied Mr. Tasker, in an injured voice. "I wouldn'tthink o' such a thing--I couldn't, not if I tried.""You'd got it pointed straight at my bedroom window," cried Mr. Chalk, ashe accompanied the captain down the garden. "And it ain't the firsttime.""I wasn't, sir," said the steward, addressing his master. "I waswatching the martins under the eaves.""You'd got it pointed at my window," persisted the visitor."That's where the nests are," said Mr. Tasker," but I wasn't looking inat the window. Besides, I noticed you always pulled the blind down whenyou saw me looking, so I thought it didn't matter.""We can't do anything without being followed about by that telescope,"said Mr. Chalk, turning to the captain. "My wife had our house builtwhere it is on purposRead More
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