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He stopped my cheering for old Van der " "Ya! ya it ish no goot to sheer to make te noise for dat. You vill shee old Van der Does's likeness mit te Stadhuis." "See old Van der Does? I thought it was Van der Werf's picture they had there." "Ya," responded Jacob, "Van der Werf vell, vot of it! Both ish just ash goot " "Yes, Van der Does was a noble old Dutchman, but he was not Van der Werf.
At last he was driven to paw over a few score books in a panelled room called the library, and realised with horror what the late Colonel Werf's mind must have been in its prime. The volumes smelt of a dead world as strongly as they did of mildew. He opened and thrust them back, one after another, till crude coloured illustrations of men on horses held his eye.
"What a strange idea! Isn't Boerhaave's monument in Saint Peter's also?" "I cannot remember. Perhaps Peter knows." The captain delighted Ben by saying that the monument was there and that he thought they might be able to see it during the day. "Lambert," continued Peter, "ask Ben if he saw Van der Werf's portrait at the town hall last night?" "No," said Lambert, "I can answer for him.
They are in the same building with Van der Werf's portrait. Which was the greater defense, Ben, the siege of Leyden or the siege of Haarlem?" "Well," replied Ben thoughtfully, "Van der Werf is one of my heroes.
So true it is, as he read in one of the late Colonel Werf's books, that 'the young man of the present day would sooner lie under an imputation against his morals than against his knowledge of horse-flesh. Midmore desired more than he desired anything else at that moment to ride and, above all, to jump on a ninety-guinea bay gelding with black points and a slovenly habit of hitting his fences.
He scarce stayed to give a glance at the Van der Werf's papers, though Captain Cornelisz was ready for him with the wrong set. "I guess," says he, "you'll spare yourself the trouble to pretend you ain't a Dutchman"; and when the skipper flung his arms about and began to jabber like a play-actor, 'twas "All right, Mynheer; we'll talk about that at Falmouth.
'They'd be grown up by now if there was, wouldn't they? But you can't spend all your days considerin' 'is interests. That's what gave your pore aunt 'er indigestion. 'Ave you seen the gun-room? Midmore held strong views on the immorality of taking life for pleasure. But there was no denying that the late Colonel Werf's seventy-guinea breechloaders were good at their filthy job.
Honthorst attempted a higher style, but Van der Werf's small delicious nudities and Van Loos's luxurious pastoral scenes were better adapted to the taste of the times. While these painters belonged to the higher orders of society, of which their works give evidence, numerous others studied the lower classes with still greater success.
For, to tell the truth, I don't want to be seen in Polperro streets to be mixed up with this business, and my legs be so bandy that in any ordinary small clothes there's no mistaking me, even in the dark." So the Van der Werf's boat landed Jacka that night in pitch darkness half a mile west of the haven, where a ridge of rock gives shelter from the easterly swell.
'Did you give it to her, said Midmore. 'Me? Your sherry? No! Werf's last four wills, overcame Midmore without warning. 'This damp is givin' you a cold, said Rhoda, rising. 'There you go again! Sneezin's a sure sign of it. Better go to bed. You can't do any thin' excep'' she stood rigid, with crossed arms 'about me. 'Well. What about you? Midmore stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket.
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