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"I'd bet a hundred guineas, Magrath has had some influence over him, in this matter give the Blenheim a wider berth, Sir Wycherly, I wish to see how she looks aloft he's a d d fellow, that Magrath," no one swore in Sir Gervaise's boat but himself, when the vice-admiral's flag was flying in her bows; "and he's just the sort of man to put such a notion into the chaplain's head."
As they crashed heavily into them, the men leapt from their seats and sprang over into the small boats, threw off the painters, and rowed astern, opening on either hand to allow the second line of fire ships to pass. These, by Gervaise's directions, divided, and three bore along on either side of the corsairs, and then ran in among them, throwing grapnels to fasten the fire ships alongside.
You trusted the wrong people, then. Tho. It taks no mak o' a warlock to tell mo that, maister. It's smo' comfort, noather. War. Well now, you give me a turn, and hear what I've got to say. Tho. Yo're o' tarred wi' th' same stick. Ivvery body maks gam ov th' poor owd mon! Let me goo, maister. Aw want mo chylt, mo Mattie! War. You must wait till Mr. Gervaise's man comes back. Tho.
"Galleygo take Jack Brown below to my cabin, and give him a fresh nip in his jigger he'll hold on all the better for it." This was Sir Gervaise's mode of atoning for the error in doing the man injustice, by supposing he was mistaken about the new sail, and Jack Brown went aloft devoted to the commander-in-chief.
The anvil had a silvery ring. Without a drop of perspiration, quite at his ease, he struck in a good-natured sort of a way, not appearing to exert himself more than on the evenings when he cut out pictures at home. "Oh! these are little rivets of twenty millimetres," said he in reply to Gervaise's questions. "A fellow can do his three hundred a day.
It's an easy way of paying bounty promises." "This affair in the north, they tell me, seems a little serious," said Greenly. "I believe this is Mr. Atwood's opinion?" "You'll find it serious enough, if Sir Gervaise's notion about the bounty be true," answered the immovable secretary. "Scotia is a small country, but it's well filled with 'braw sperits, if there's an opening for them to prove it."
He ended by taking up the pair of trousers and the shawl, and searching the drawers, he added two chemises and a woman's loose jacket to the parcel; then, he threw the whole bundle into Gervaise's arms, saying: "Here, go and pop this." "Don't you want me to pop the children as well?" asked she. "Eh! If they lent on children, it would be a fine riddance!" She went to the pawn-place, however.
He thus held his son in a state of dependence, sometimes even looking upon the sweethearts whom the young carpenter courted as his own. Several of Gervaise's friends used to come to the Macquarts' house, work-girls from sixteen to eighteen years of age, bold and boisterous girls who, on certain evenings, filled the room with youth and gaiety.
The man strode up to Sir John Boswell. "You used to say you would make matters even with me some day, Sir John, and you have more than kept your word." Sir John fell back a pace in astonishment, and then with a shout, "By St. George, it is Tresham!" threw his arms round Gervaise's neck, while the knights thronged round with exclamations of satisfaction.
She spent the rest of the day in the church of the hospital, had a long talk with her son in the evening, giving him her last charges as to his future life and conduct, and that night, as if she had now fulfilled her last duty on earth, she passed away, and was found by her attendant lying with a look of joy and peacefulness on her dead face. Gervaise's grief was for a time excessive.
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