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This job was no sooner done than a good place was selected on the quarter-deck for this singular implement of war, and then a hail came from the brig. "Vat zat sheep is?" demanded some one from the brig. "The Tigris of Philadelphia, from Calcutta home. What brig is that?" "La Folie corsair Francais. From vair you come?" "From Calcutta. And where are you from?" "Guadaloupe. Vair you go, eh?"
I shall never be the last to promote what may be agreeable to you, and shall always highly value, as I now do, the friendship of such an extraordinary personage; offering all you can desire of him who is, Sir, yours most affectionately to serve you. G. Du Vair, Bishop of Lisieux. Camp at St. John d'Angeli, June 13, 1621."
She was drawing it out of her pocket when Fraulein, who had been admiring the various gifts and chattering away in broken English, said suddenly: "And vair is Mary's present? It is zumzing ver pretty, ver nice, ver wot you call `jollie, I suppose. Zumzing better zan all, as she and Jean are so attach." This speech changed Mary's intention. She was ashamed to produce the clog now.
Sancho shouted after him, crying, "Come back, Senor Don Quixote; I vow to God they are sheep and ewes you are charging! Come back! Unlucky the father that begot me! what madness is this! Look, there is no giant, nor knight, nor cats, nor arms, nor shields quartered or whole, nor vair azure or bedevilled. What are you about? Sinner that I am before God!"
The quarter of Santo Spirito includes the gonfalons of the Ladder, the Shell, the Whip, and the Dragon; that of Santa Croce, the Car, the Ox, the Golden Lion, and the Wheels; that of Santa Maria Novella, the Viper, the Unicorn, the Red Lion, and the White Lion; that of San Giovanni, the Black Lion, the Dragon, the Keys, and the Vair.
The royal forces march against the insurgent Princes Indignities offered to the young sovereign Louis XIII and his favourite Arrogance of the Maréchal d'Ancre Indignation of the King Confiscation of the property of the rebel Princes Household of Louis XIII Cabal of De Luynes -Infatuation of the Maréchal d'Ancre An evil counsellor Marie de Medicis resolves to withdraw from the Government, but is dissuaded from her purpose Popular discontent Precautions of Concini Alarm of Louis XIII The Duc de Nevers is declared guilty of lèse-majesté Firmness of the Queen-mother Insolence of Concini and Richelieu Condé is refused permission to justify himself Success of the royal forces Louis XIII consents to the arrest of the Maréchal d'Ancre Bassompierre warns Marie de Medicis of her danger She disregards the warning Concini and Leonora prepare to leave France Old grievances renewed A diplomatic Janus Blindness of Marie and her ministers A new conspirator How to be made a marshal Incaution of De Luynes Treachery of Richelieu A narrow escape A morning mass Singular position of the Court Assassination of Concini Public rejoicings Imprisonment of the Queen-mother Barbin is sent to the Bastille The seals are restored to Du Vair A royal reception Anguish of Marie de Medicis She demands to see the King, and is refused Her isolation A Queen and her favourite A mother and her son Arrest of Madame d'Ancre The Crown jewels Political pillage The Maréchale in the Bastille.
You'm can't du nart vor I. I got tu go; and 'taint no wonder, wi' zuch a complaint as I du lie here wi'. The doctor were vair beat at vust; but him worried it out wi' hisself tu the last. Him's a turble gude doctor, var arl he wuden't go tu the war." Sarah visited him every day.
Then came the glass-workers in scarlet furred with vair, and gold-fringed hoods, and rich garlands of pearls, carrying flasks and goblets of the famous Venetian glass before them, and the comb and lantern makers, with a lantern full of birds to let loose in the Doge's presence, and the goldsmiths wearing wreaths and necklaces of gold and silver beads and sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, topazes, jacinths, amethysts, rubies, jasper, and carbuncles.
With or even without Nicolette, "his sweet mistress whom he so much loves," he, for his part, is ready to start on the way to hell, along with "the good scholars," as he says, and the actors, and the fine horsemen dead in battle, and the men of fashion,* and "the fair courteous ladies who had two or three chevaliers apiece beside their own true lords," all gay with music, in their gold and silver and beautiful furs "the vair and the grey."
He turned away from the lamp and bent over the violin on his knees, fingering the strings nervously. Then he spoke, in a changed, shaken voice. "Ah'l tole you somet'ing, Ma'amselle Serene. You ma frien'. Don' you h'ask me dat reason of it no more. Dat's somet'ing vair' bad, bad, bad. Ah can't nevair tole dat nevair."
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