Yes, my pretty Bet--you'll know what to think of that fine lover
of yourn by-and-bye; you'll say to yourself then that there are worse
men in the world than honest Isaac Dent."
Here Dent laughed immoderately--the idea of taking up the _role_
of an honest man seemed to tickle his humor to a remarkable extent.
"I mustn't leave a stone unturned, all the same," he continued; and
after meditating deeply for a moment he strode rapidly away in the
direction of the Eastern Docks. Here he entered a small shop, whose
owner specially laid himself out to supply all kinds of heterogeneous
things to sailors. There was scarcely anything that a sailor could
possibly require which Higgins, the owner of this small shop, could
not furnish him with. From wedding-rings to second-hand slop clothes
he was up to all emergencies. There was no other shop exactly like
Higgins' near this particular part of the docks; and because he was
obliging in the matter of credit, and had a very jovial, free-and-easy
manner, he was immensely popular with all the sailors who came that
way, and in consequence did a roaring trade.
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