text: The Weaker Vessel, Night Watches, Part 4
  
  NIGHT WATCHES 
  
  By W.W. Jacobs 
  
  THE WEAKER VESSEL 
  
  Mr. Gribble sat in his small front parlour in a state of angry amazement. It was half-past six and there was no Mrs. Gribble; worse still, there was no tea.  It was a state of things that had only happened once before. That was three weeks after marriage, and on that occasion Mr. Gribble had put his foot down with a bang that had echoed down the corridors of thirty years. 
  The fire in the little kitchen was out, and the untidy remains of Mrs. Gribble's midday meal still disgraced the table.  More and more dazed, the indignant husband could only come to the conclusion that she had gone out and been run over.  Other things might possibly account for her behaviour; that was the only one that would excuse it. 
  His meditations were interrupted by the sound of a key in the front door, and a second later a small, anxious figure entered the room and, leaning against the table, strove to get its breath.  The process was not helped by the alarming distension of Mr. Gribble's figure.
tokens: The Weaker Vessel , Night Watches , Part 4 NIGHT WATCHES By W.W. Jacobs THE WEAKER VESSEL Mr. Gribble sat in his small front parlour in a state of angry amazement . It was half - past six and there was no Mrs. Gribble ; worse still , there was no tea . It was a state of things that had only happened once before . That was three weeks after marriage , and on that occasion Mr. Gribble had put his foot down with a bang that had echoed down the corridors of thirty years . The fire in the little kitchen was out , and the untidy remains of Mrs. Gribble 's midday meal still disgraced the table . More and more dazed , the indignant husband could only come to the conclusion that she had gone out and been run over . Other things might possibly account for her behaviour ; that was the only one that would excuse it . His meditations were interrupted by the sound of a key in the front door , and a second later a small , anxious figure entered the room and , leaning against the table , strove to get its breath . The process was not helped by the alarming distension of Mr. Gribble 's figure .
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nps.text: NIGHT WATCHES
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nps.text: The Weaker Vessel, Night Watches, Part 4
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