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They were not picturesque, they wore the sabôt or "Klompen," yellow varnished, and clumsy in shape. Their stockings were coarse gray worsted. Their short trousers were usually tied with a string above the calf, and they wore a sort of smock, sometimes of linen unbleached, or of a shining sort of dark purple thin stuff.
Save for the absence of the blouse and the sabot you might, picking your way through the mud in a street in the lower part of the city, imagine yourself in some quarters of Dieppe or Calais, or any other of the busier towns in the north of France.
The carpenter, so disturbed that he had not two ideas in his head, watched him as he put on the white vestment with its pleated folds. The priest beckoned to him and said: "Kneel down on this cushion." Sabot remained standing, ashamed of having to kneel. He stuttered: "Is it necessary?" But the abbe had become dignified. "You cannot approach the penitent bench except on your knees."
Anyone could see that it was good old schiedam, for Tobias and his son nodded their heads and smacked their lips with pleasure. "Ah! my daughter," said Nelle, "it will be a happy day for us all in two years' time, when a little sabot stands in the hearth filled with carrots and turnips." "Yes, Riekje, it will be a happy day for us all," said Dolf, closing his big hands over hers.
The carpenter, so disturbed that he had not two ideas in his head, watched him as he put on the white vestment with its pleated folds. The priest beckoned to him and said: "Kneel down on this cushion." Sabot remained standing, ashamed of having to kneel. He stuttered: "Is it necessary?" But the abbe had become dignified. "You cannot approach the penitent bench except on your knees."
I suppose the fact is she's been called Mary Ann so long and so often that she's forgotten her father's name if she ever had any. I must do her the justice, though, to say she answers to the name of Mary Ann in every sense of the phrase." "She didn't seem at all bad-looking, anyway," said Peter. "Every man to his taste!" growled Lancelot. "She's as platt and uninteresting as a wooden sabot."
Then the priest turned round and looking him straight in the eyes, said: "Do you mean the repairs in the chancel of my church?" At the tone of the abbe, Theodule Sabot felt a chill run down his back and he once more had a longing to take to his heels. However, he replied humbly: "Why, yes, monsieur le cure."
"Did you ever desire, or live with, any other woman than your wife?" Sabot exclaimed with sincerity: "As to that, no; oh, as to that, no, m'sieu le Cure. My poor wife, deceive her! No, no! Not so much as the tip of a finger, either in thought or in act. That is the truth."
They come to grips only when it cannot possibly be avoided, but when they are forced to fight in that fashion they go into it with but one grim purpose to kill, and to kill in the shortest possible space of time. Thus it was that Costigan's opening soon came. The pirate launched a particularly vicious kick, the dreaded "coup de sabot," which Costigan avoided by a lightning shift.
Bettina makes a desperate effort, abandons her umbrella, finds her little sabot, fastens it on as well as she can, and starts off running, with a deluge descending on her head. At last, she is in the wood, the trees protect her a little. Another blast, nearer this time. Bettina fancies she hears the rolling of the gun-carriages.
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