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"Saint-Prosper has come back, and he's going to marry Constance!" "Eh? What? I don't be Who told you?" demanded the count, sharply. "Well, you needn't take my head off! She did, if you want to know." "Miss Carew?" "Herself!" The nobleman lolled back in his chair, a dark look on his face. Here were fine hopes gone a-glimmering! "Pardie! the creditors will have to wait awhile," he thought.
Know ye, my gallant gentles and fair squires, that he who can succeed in achieving, either by leal love or by bold deeds, as best befit a wooer, the grace of my young ward, shall claim from my hands a knight's fee, with as much of my best land as a bull's hide can cover; and when heaven shall grant safe passage to the Princess Anne and her noble spouse, we will hold at Smithfield a tourney in honor of Saint George and our ladies, wherein, pardie, I myself would be sorely tempted to provoke my jealous countess, and break a lance for the fame of the demoiselle whose fair face is married to a noble heart."
"Truly, fair damsel, it is not precisely medicaments that I hunger and thirst for; and if your hospitality could spare me from the larder a manchet, or a corner of a pasty, and from the cellar a stoup of wine or a cup of ale, methinks it would tend more to restore me than those potions which are so strange to my taste that they rather offend than tempt it; and, pardie, it seemeth to my poor senses as if I had not broken bread for a week!"
You will have the complaisance to make my duty to Monsieur Cuffe oui, pardie! and to ces braves Italiens, who are so much ze amis of Sir Smees! Touchez-la." Raoul laughed, for his heart was light, and sundry droll conceits danced through his brain.
Ciel! it was worth some risk to have the advantage of attending such a school. Did you understand the matter in dispute between the two Italians, brave Etooelle?" "I heerd their Eye-talian jabber," answered Ithuel; "but supposed it was all about saints' days and eating fish. No reasonable man makes so much noise when he is talking sense." "Pardie it was philosophy!
See! see! the patient mongrel carries off the bone from the gentleman- hounds. Is that the way of the world?" "Pardie! it is a naught world, if so, and much changed from the time of our fathers, the Normans. But these Saxons are getting uppermost again, and the yard measure, I fear me, is more potent in these holiday times than the mace or the battle-axe."
"Truly, fair damsel, it is not precisely medicaments that I hunger and thirst for; and if your hospitality could spare me from the larder a manchet, or a corner of a pasty, and from the cellar a stoup of wine or a cup of ale, methinks it would tend more to restore me than those potions which are so strange to my taste that they rather offend than tempt it; and, pardie, it seemeth to my poor senses as if I had not broken bread for a week!"
"Alas! thou art sure my poor father is a wizard now?" "Pardie!" answered the Nevile. "Hath he not said so? Hath he not spoken of wagons without horses, ships without sails? And is not all this what every dissour and jongleur tells us of in his stories of Merlin?
"Well, I'm afraid I must leave you to it," said the Vicar, and did so. When it began to be noised abroad that Gard was going to and fro across the Coupée, even by night, as if nothing had ever happened there, the Sark men shrugged their shoulders and said, "Pardie! sooner him than me oui-gia!" It was obviously necessary, however, that this should be known.
I had been telling her of the doings in Paris, and in Nantes and elsewhere, and she had been dreadfully interested in it all, when suddenly she jumped up with a sharp "Phil, you are horrid to-day. I believe you have been telling me all these things just because Monsieur Torode is a Frenchman." "Torode? Pardie, I had forgotten Torode for the moment!
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