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"Where you will have fighting," he answered. "With whom?" "Yourself, aho!" A queer smile crossed his lips, and was followed by a sort of sternness. There was something graver in his manner than I had ever seen. I could not guess his meaning.
"Gabord! Gabord!" I called, grief-stricken, for that work was the worst I ever did in this world. He started, stared, and fumbled at his waistcoat. I quickly put my hand in, and drew out one of Mathilde's wooden crosses. "To cheat the devil yet aho!" he whispered, kissed the cross, and so was done with life. When I turned from him, Clark stood beside me.
Besides, he was a true soldier, and disgrace itself would be to him as bad as the drum-head court-martial. I made up my mind to another course even as the perturbed "aho" which followed our glance fell from his puffing lips. "But no, holy Mother," said I, and I whispered in her ear. She opened the door and went in, leaving it ajar.
Young, well-nourished looking men were bending over him. Looking up into their faces, he crossed his hands over his chest and laughed joyfully. 'Ah, those Russians, those Russians...the villains! he croaked, 'aho, aho, ho hurlai! He rolled his tear-filled eyes. Things were happening thick and fast. From where the chimney stood close to the water, near the manor-house, the village was burning.
Yet he was so ugly that it looked almost ludicrous in him. "Poom!" said he. "A friend at court. More comfits." "You think Monsieur Doltaire gets comfits, too?" asked I. He rubbed his cheek with a key. "Aho!" mused he "aho! M'sieu' Doltaire rises not early for naught." I was roused by the opening of the door. Doltaire entered.
"I must be fine to-morrow," said I. "I must not shame my jailer." I rubbed my beard I had none when I came into this dungeon first. "Aho!" said he, his eyes wheeling. I knew he understood me. I did not speak, but went on running my fingers through my beard. "As vain as Absalom," he added. "Do you think they'll hang you by the hair?" "I'd have it off," said I, "to be clean for the sacrifice."
"Gabord," said I, "I come not as a spy; I come to seek my wife, and she counts you as her friend. Do harm to me, and you do harm to her. Serve me, and you serve her. Gabord, you said to her once that I was an honourable man." He put up his pistol. "Aho, you've put your head in the trap. Stir, and click goes the spring." "I must have my wife," I continued.
After a moment, cocking his head at me as might a surly schoolmaster in a pause of leniency, he added, "As quiet, as quiet, and never did he fly at door of cage, nor peck at jailer aho!" I looked at him a minute seriously, and then, feeling in my coat, handed to him the knife which I had secreted, with the words, "Enough for pecking with, eh?"
"I must be fine to-morrow," said I. "I must not shame my jailer." I rubbed my beard I had none when I came into this dungeon first. "Aho!" said he, his eyes wheeling. I knew he understood me. I did not speak, but went on running my fingers through my beard. "As vain as Absalom," he added. "Do you think they'll hang you by the hair?" "I'd have it off," said I, "to be clean for the sacrifice."
The Guanches, like the Biscayans, the Hindoos, the Peruvians, and all primitive nations, named places after the quality of the soil, the shape of the rocks, the caverns that gave them shelter, and the nature of the tree that overshadowed the springs.* Column 1: Word. Column 2: In Guanche. Column 3: In Berberic. Heaven : Tigo : Tigot. Milk : Aho : Acho. Barley : Temasen : Tomzeen.
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