What does he know about the way from Sallygap to Larras? Or what does he know about anything for that matter? And the big slobbering washing-pot head of him! He broke into a loud long laugh. --Look at him! he said with scorn to the others. Inca few moments he was barefoot, his stockings folded in his pockets and his canvas shoes dangling by their knotted laces over his shoulders and, picking a pointed salt-eaten stick out of the jetsam among the rocks, he clambered down the slope of the breakwater. Are you not weary of ardent ways? Above the flame the smoke of praise Goes up from ocean rim to rim.
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