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Standing in the stern-sheets, making that terrifying face which had daunted his fellow-countrymen, the great Tarasconian feverishly fumbled with his hunting-knife haft; for, despite what Barbassou had told him, he was only half at ease as regarded the intention of these ebony-skinned porters, who so little resembled their honest mates of Tarascon.

The Countess of Monteclaro was there, and Anna Campbell was smiling all over as she acted, in company with Maud and Susannah Montague, as bridesmaid to her friend Kondjé-Gul. It took them all exactly an hour to pass in procession through the vestry. We had to sign the register there, and my uncle headed it with his self-assumed title of "The late Barbassou," to which he clings.

Not all the prayers he was chanting were addressed to Allah, some were directed to the little one, and he was making propositions under your nose. "It seems that everyone in this beastly country is a crook", Wailed the unhappy Tartarin. Barbassou shrugged his shoulders, "My dear fellow, you know how it is. All these sort of places are the same.

"He assured me that he had seen you at Madras with a Spanish woman, you old traitor! She was young and pretty, and passed openly by the name of Señora Barbassou. It was surely not worth while making me elope with you, in order that you might treat me in this fashion!" "Lord Clifden told you a story, my dear, and a very silly story too. I hope you did not believe a word of it?"

She had on no blue vest or bodice; indeed, her only wear was a silvery gauze wrapper and full pink trousers. At her feet, on a rug, surfeited with love and sweetmeats, Barbassou, the infamous skipper Barbassou, was bursting with laughter at hearing her.

"Perhaps these documents informed you that I was buried, then?" he added, without changing countenance. "Why, yes, certainly!" I said. "We have also the certificate of your interment!" At this my uncle Barbassou could restrain himself no longer, and was seized with one of those fits of silent laughter which are peculiar to him.

"Ques aco? What's the stir? What's the matter with you?" exclaimed Captain Barbassou, coming out of the 'tweendecks. "About time you did turn up, captain! Quick, quick, arm your men!" "Eh, what for? dash it all!" "Why, can't you see?" "See what?" "There, before you, the corsairs" Captain Barbassou stared, bewildered.

At this juncture a tall blackamoor tore by with our hero's medicine-chest upon his back. "You cut-throat! just wait for me!" yelled the Tarasconer as he ran after, with the knife uplifted. But Barbassou caught him in the spring, and holding him by the waist-sash, bade him be quiet. "Tron de ler! by the throne on high! they're no pirates. It's long since there were any pirates hereabout.

Being seven o'clock, the hall-porter tells her that the captain will soon be in, shows her to the staircase, and rings the bell; one of the men-servants asks her for her name, and then opens the folding doors, announcing "Madame Barbassou!" It is my aunt Eudoxia who receives her.

"Why, then, they're all scamps in this country!" howled the unlucky Tarasconian. Barbassou snapped his fingers like a philosopher. "My dear lad, you know, these new countries are 'rum! But, anyhow, if you'll believe me, you'd best cut back to Tarascon at full speed." "It's easy to say, 'Cut back. Where's the money to come from? Don't you know that I was plucked out there in the desert?"