"--"If my mother
is so unkind, I will not call it unnatural," said Peregrine, the
tears of indignation starting from his eyes, "as to banish me from
her presence and affection, without the least cause assigned; I
hope you will not be so unjust as to espouse her barbarous prejudice."
Before Mr. Pickle had time to reply to his expostulation, for which
he was not at all prepared, the commodore interposed, and enforced
his favourite's remonstrance, by telling Mr. Gamaliel that he was
ashamed to see any man drive in such a miserable manner under his
wife's petticoat. "As for my own part," said he, raising his voice,
and assuming a look of importance and command, "before I would
suffer myself to be steered all weathers by any woman in Christendom,
d'ye see, I'd raise such a hurricane about her ears, that--" Here
he was interrupted by Mr. Hatchway, who thrusting his head towards
the door, in the attitude of one that listens, cried, "Ahey,
there's your spouse come to pay us a visit." Trunnion's features
that instant adopted a new disposition; fear and confusion took
possession of his countenance; his voice, from a tone of vociferation,
sank into a whisper of, "Sure, you must be mistaken, Jack;" and, in
great perplexity, he wiped off his sweat which had started on his
forehead at this false alarm.
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