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The proposed capitulation, which great mobs had been for weeks long savagely demanding at the hands of the burgomaster, was now ascribed to the burgomaster's unblushing corruption. He had obviously, they thought, been purchased by Spanish ducats to do what he had hitherto been so steadily refusing.
"Good! but may I feed the beasts before I go to the burgomaster's? only the panther, who is most hungry? Come, master; only poor Death? just a little morsel to satisfy her; Cain and I and Judas can wait." "It is the panther, above all, that I forbid you to feed. Yes, her, above all the rest." "By the horns of the devil!" cried Goliath, "what is the matter with you to-day? I can make nothing of it.
Give me your hand. I should like to call you by your Christian name in future, my brave Nico." "Call me so," exclaimed the youth, "and you'll send no one else? I should like to talk with you again." The Junker was received in the burgomaster's house by Barbara.
The crowd was very great everywhere, for the city magistrates had issued a proclamation bidding every household, in view of the threatened danger, to supply itself abundantly with provisions on all the market-days; but the purchasers made way for the burgomaster's pretty young wife, and this too pleased her.
Court extravagance cut down the equipment of the navy as did the burgomaster's parsimony, and court corruption undermined discipline as surely as commercial indifference. The effect was evident when the fleets of the two countries met again, six years later.
A guest summoned the landlord, but the musician joined the officers and began a low conversation with Georg, which was drowned by the confused mingling of loud voices. Wilhelm came from the Van der Werff house, where he had learned that the next day but one, June fourteenth, would be the burgomaster's birthday. Adrian had told Henrica, and the latter informed him.
After the musician had left the burgomaster's house, he went to young Herr Matanesse Van Wibisma's aunt to get his cloak, which had not been returned to him. He did not usually give much heed to his dress, yet he was glad that the rain kept people in the house, for the outgrown wrap on his shoulders was by no means pleasing in appearance.
"What in the devil's name do you want at this time of night?" he growled. "The gates won't open till dawn." "Yes, they will," replied Castleman. "I have the burgomaster's order." "I open the gates only on an order from the governor of the citadel," said the warder. "I have not that, my good friend," responded Castleman, "but I have a hundred silver marks in my purse."
Both had continued their walk, and as they approached the burgomaster's house, the captain, who had listened to the youth with joyful surprise, said: "You're cut from good timber, Junker, and on the way to the right goal. Only keep Herr Peter's speech in your mind, and remember what you have learned in history. To whom belong the shining purple pages in the great book of national history?
"He's grown famous!" said the Fire-drum, and all his native town said the same thing, for the drummer's son, Peter with the red hair Peter whom they had known as a little boy, running about in wooden shoes, and then as a drummer, playing for the dancers was become famous! "He played at our house before he played in the presence of kings," said the burgomaster's wife.
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