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gave Ball's thick Devon voice a special fruitiness as if the taste of it comforted him all the way down to the gut. (
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Money is the thing, Ben boy, he said once with damp and genuine friendliness, pawing amiably at Ben's shirt.
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Got gold, you got everything, take an older man's word for it--good food, good smocks, safe old age. Gi' me the money, other cods can have the glory. Then finding Ben's stare to be an incomprehensible cold lance, he grunted with the pained astonishment of a man who wants to be liked, and spat overside, and pushed his hands against the sides of his paunch to settle it better on the burdened pelvis, and waddled away.) Manuel might giggle at Ball's belching oratory, but French Jack would only shrug without chattering, and Matthew Ledyard's purple-stained face would freeze into a peculiar quiet. When Captain Shawn said nearly the same thing (without the women and Spaniards), standing tall in his green breeches and green sash, in that favorite spot of his where his left hand could stroke the larboard falconet while his other rubbed the copper farthing, they still listened. Or they seemed to. While pronouncing such words as
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