text: TO-MORROW
  
  By Joseph Conrad 
  
  What was known of Captain Hagberd in the little seaport of Colebrook was not exactly in his favour. He did not belong to the place. He had come to settle there under circumstances not at all mysterious--he used to be very communicative about them at the time--but extremely morbid and unreasonable. He was possessed of some little money evidently, because he bought a plot of ground, and had a pair of ugly yellow brick cottages run up very cheaply. He occupied one of them himself and let the other to Josiah Carvil--blind Carvil, the retired boat-builder--a man of evil repute as a domestic tyrant. 
  These cottages had one wall in common, shared in a line of iron railing dividing their front gardens; a wooden fence separated their back gardens. Miss Bessie Carvil was allowed, as it were of right, to throw over it the tea-cloths, blue rags, or an apron that wanted drying. 
  "It rots the wood, Bessie my girl," the captain would remark mildly, from his side of the fence, each time he saw her exercising that privilege.
tokens: TO - MORROW By Joseph Conrad What was known of Captain Hagberd in the little seaport of Colebrook was not exactly in his favour . He did not belong to the place . He had come to settle there under circumstances not at all mysterious -- he used to be very communicative about them at the time -- but extremely morbid and unreasonable . He was possessed of some little money evidently , because he bought a plot of ground , and had a pair of ugly yellow brick cottages run up very cheaply . He occupied one of them himself and let the other to Josiah Carvil -- blind Carvil , the retired boat - builder -- a man of evil repute as a domestic tyrant . These cottages had one wall in common , shared in a line of iron railing dividing their front gardens ; a wooden fence separated their back gardens . Miss Bessie Carvil was allowed , as it were of right , to throw over it the tea - cloths , blue rags , or an apron that wanted drying . " It rots the wood , Bessie my girl , " the captain would remark mildly , from his side of the fence , each time he saw her exercising that privilege .
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