chater eight the fight at the -t (第7/14页)
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A drop of spirits is just what I need．”
“Now then，now then，”came the Cabby’ svoice，a good firm， hardy voice．“Keep cool everyone，that’s what I say．No bones broken，anyone ？ Good．Well there’ s something to be thankful for straight away，and more than anyone could expect after falling all that way．Now，if we’ve fallen down some diggings-as it might be for a new station on the Underground-someone will come and get us out presently，see！ And if we’ re dead-which I don’ t deny it might be-well，you got to remember that worse things ’appen at sea and a chap’ s got to die sometime．And there ain’t nothing to be afraid of if a chap’ s led a decent life．And if you ask me，I think the best thing we could do to pass the time would be sing a’ymn.
And he did．He struck up at once a harvest thanksgiving hymn，all about crops being“safely gathered in”．It was not very suitable to a place which felt as if nothing had ever grown there since the beginning of time，but it was the one he could remember
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