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Green stood still to watch him go. Then he swore through his teeth, and beckoned one of those whose acquaintance he had disclaimed. "'Tis like him, ecod! to have gone in in spite of seeing me and you! He's cool! Damned cool! But he'll be cooler yet, codso!" Then, briskly questioning his satellite: "Is Sir Richard within, Jerry?" "Ay," answered Jerry a rough, heavily-built tatterdemalion.
Her sallow cheeks were raddled to a hectic color, a monstrous head-dress like that of some horse in a lord mayor's show coiffed her, and her dress was a mixture of extravagance and incongruity, the petticoat absurdly hooped. She swept into the room like a battleship into action, and let fly her first broadside at Mistress Winthrop from the threshold. "Codso!" she shrilled. "You have come back!
Codso! I would. He bubbled me at Maidstone, and I limped a fortnight from the kick he gave me." "He shall do a little more kicking with both feet," said his lordship with unction. Five days later, Mr.
The Captain's eyes narrowed. Recognition went further. "Who the hell may you be?" he exploded. "My name is Blood, sir Peter Blood, at your service." "Aye aye! Codso! That's the name. You were in French service once, were you not?" If Mr. Blood was surprised, he did not betray it. "I was." "Then I remember you five years ago, or more, you were in Tangiers." "That is so. I knew your colonel."
"Codso!" she swore, "I may take it, then, that your saving her as ye call it was no accident." "Indeed it was, ma'am and a most fortunate accident for your son." "For my son? As how?" "It saved him from hanging, ma'am," Mr. Caryll informed her, and gave her something other than the baiting of Hortensia to occupy her mind. "Hang?" she gasped. "Are you speaking of Lord Rotherby?"
"'Twas an unwarrantable presumption, Codso! which I hope your honor'll pardon." Then he smiled again, his little eyes twinkling humorously. "An ye would try the ale, I dare swear your honor would forgive me. I know ale, ecod! I am a brewer myself. Green is my name, sir Tom Green your very obedient servant, sir." And he drank as if pledging that same service he professed. Mr.
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