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Todt und Holle! cried the other, whom the blow and the brandy had driven to madness. 'We shall see. Take that, thou deyvil's spawn, take that! He ran at me, and kicked me as hard as he could with his heavy sea-boots. Some of the gang laughed, but the man who had spoken before gave the Dutchman a shove that sent him whirling. 'None of that, he said sternly.
Nein, nein, I'll meddle with her no more; she's a witch of the fiend, a real deyvil's kind, but that's her affair. Donner and wetter! I'll neither make nor meddle; that's her work. But for the rest why, if I thought the trade would not suffer, I would soon rid you of the younker, if you send me word when he's under embargo.
He therefore repressed his indignation, and awaited what should pass between the ruffian and his gipsy guide. 'And how are ye now? said the harsh and discordant tones of his female attendant. Said I not, it would come upon you ay, and in this very cave, where ye harboured after the deed? 'Wetter and sturm, ye hag! replied Hatteraick, 'keep your deyvil's matins till they're wanted.
Hatteraick jumped upright upon his feet, and looked at Glossin from head to heel. "I don't see the goat's foot," he said, "and yet he must be the very deyvil! But Meg Merrilies is closer yet with the Kobold than you are ay, and I had never such weather as after having drawn her blood. Nein, nein, I'll meddle with her no more-she's a witch of the fiend a real deyvil's kind but that's her affair.
'Here, beldam, deyvil's kind, growled the harsh voice of Dirk Hatteraick from the inside of his den, 'what makest thou there? 'Laying the roughies to keep the cauld wind frae you, ye desperate do-nae-good. Ye're e'en ower weel off, and wotsna; it will be otherwise soon. 'Have you brought me the brandy, and any news of my people? said Dirk Hatteraick. 'There's the flask for ye.
He therefore repressed his indignation, and awaited what should pass between the ruffian and his gipsy guide. 'And how are ye now? said the harsh and discordant tones of his female attendant. Said I not, it would come upon you ay, and in this very cave, where ye harboured after the deed? 'Wetter and sturm, ye hag! replied Hatteraick, 'keep your deyvil's matins till they're wanted.
'Here, beldam, deyvil's kind, growled the harsh voice of Dirk Hatteraick from the inside of his den, 'what makest thou there? 'Laying the roughies to keep the cauld wind frae you, ye desperate do-nae-good. Ye're e'en ower weel off, and wotsna; it will be otherwise soon. 'Have you brought me the brandy, and any news of my people? said Dirk Hatteraick. 'There's the flask for ye.
Nein, nein, I 'll meddle with her no more; she's a witch of the fiend, a real deyvil's kind, but that's her affair. Donner and wetter! I'll neither make nor meddle; that's her work. But for the rest why, if I thought the trade would not suffer, I would soon rid you of the younker, if you send me word when he's under embargo.
Nein, nein, I 'll meddle with her no more; she's a witch of the fiend, a real deyvil's kind, but that's her affair. Donner and wetter! I'll neither make nor meddle; that's her work. But for the rest why, if I thought the trade would not suffer, I would soon rid you of the younker, if you send me word when he's under embargo.
"Here beldam Deyvil's kind," growled the harsh voice of Dirk Hatteraick from the inside of his den, what makest thou there?" "Have you brought me the brandy, and any news of my people?" said Dirk Hatteraick. "Here's the flask for ye. Your people-dispersed broken gone or cut to ribbands by the red-coats." "Der Deyvil! this coast is fatal to me." "Ye may hae mair reason to say sae."
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