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-- Ah , woman 's love ! _ -LRB- Aside -RRB- _ Who knows not Fortune , glutted on easy thrones , Stealing from feasts as rare to coneycatch , Privily in the hedgerows for a clown With that same cruel-lustful hand and eye , Those nails and wedges , that one hammer and lead , And the very gerb of long-stored lightnings loosed Yesterday ` gainst some King . The day that I chose to visit H.M.S. _ Peridot _ in Simon 's Bay was the day that the Admiral had chosen to send her up the coast . She was just steaming out to sea as my train came in , and since the rest of the Fleet were either coaling or busy at the rifle-ranges a thousand feet up the hill , I found myself stranded , lunchless , on the sea-front with no hope of return to Cape Town before five P.M. . At this crisis I had the luck to come across my friend Inspector Hooper , Cape Government Railways , in command of an engine and a brake-van chalked for repair . `` If you get something to eat , '' he said , `` I 'll run you down to Glengariff siding till the goods comes along . It 's cooler there than here , you see . ''