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"There's Jonathan, that lucky lad, Who knows it from the root, sir; He sucks in all that's to be had, And always trades for boot, sir." Il Capitano Smeet' was not sorry to get out of the government house palazzo, as some of the simple people of Elba called the unambitious dwelling.
"Do I look like a corsair, Signor?" demanded le Capitaine Smeet, with an offended air; "I have reason to feel myself injured by so unworthy an imputation!" "Your pardon, Signor Capitano Smees but our duty is a very delicate one, on this unprotected island, in times as troubled as these in which we live.
'Giac Smeet' Il Capitano Giac Smeet I have long suspected my English master of ignorance, for he was merely one of our Leghorn pilots, who has sailed in a bastimento de guerra of your country he called your honorable name 'Smees, Signore." "He was very wrong, Signor Vice-governatore," answered the other, clearing his throat by a slight effort; "we always call our family 'Smeet."
'Never enter London, my dear Smeet, he said to me, 'without coming to the palace, where you will always find a father' you know he has one son among us who was lately a captain, as well as myself." "San Stefano! and he the child of a great king! I did not know that, I confess, Signore." "Why, it is a law in England that the king shall give at least one son to the marine.
On this head, however, you may set your heart at rest, and put full faith in what I tell you. My name is Capitaine Jaques Smeet; my vessel is ze Ving-and-Ving; and my service that of the king of England." "Is your craft, then, a king's vessel; or does she sail with the commission of a corsair?"
If the vice-governatore gets this notion, he will order the batteries to fire upon you, and will destroy you as an enemy." "Not he, Ghita. He is too fond of le Capitaine Smeet', to do so cruel a thing; and then he must shift all his guns, before they will hurt le Feu-Follet where she lies. I never leave my little Jack-o'-Lantern within reach of an enemy's hand.
My excellent father, Milord Smeet, had me put in a frigate when I was only twelve, an age at which one knows very little of Ciceros or Dantes or Corneilles, even as you will confess.
Like the ceaseless beating of the waves upon a beach, she had heard the long rolling titles, "Sua Excellenza la principessa di Malio," "Il Conte e la Contessa Casabella," "Donna Francesca Dobini," "Sua Excellenza il Duca e la Duchessa Astarte," and then "Messa Smeet!" Nina felt a swift pity for the beautiful woman who was forced to suffer the ignominy of being thus announced.
Always the far thunder beyond Nivelle in ruins; sometimes a battle-plane high in the blue; a convoy of your beloved mules arriving from the coast; nothing more exciting. Monsieur Smeet and Monsieur Glenn inquire always concerning you. They are brave and kind; their odd jests amuse me. My father caught a tench in the Lesse this morning.
This is my commission, Signor Vice-governatore this is the signature of the English minister of marine and here is my own, 'Jaques Smeet'' as you see, and here is the order to me, as a lieutenant, to take command of the Ving-and-Ving." All the orders and names were there, certainly, written in a clear, fair hand, and in perfectly good English.
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