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Encouraged, however, by a glance from their lord, they still kept throwing, while bowing to him, gravy into his beard, and wiping it dry in a manner to tear every hair of it out. The varlet who served a caudle baptised his head with it, and took care to let the burning liquor trickle down poor Amador's backbone.
Encouraged, however, by a glance from their lord, they still kept throwing, while bowing to him, gravy into his beard, and wiping it dry in a manner to tear every hair of it out. The varlet who served a caudle baptised his head with it, and took care to let the burning liquor trickle down poor Amador's backbone.
"Father Amador has need of so and so," said the Demoiselle de Cande. "Fill up Father Amador's goblet," said the sire. "Father Amador has no bread," said the little lady. "What do you require, Father Amador?" said Perrotte. It was Father Amador here, and Father Amador there. He was regaled like a little maiden on her wedding night. "Eat, father," said madame; "you made such a bad meal yesterday."
Amador's failure to get a definite promise of support from the American government, but their spirits revived when they learned of the presence of American war vessels. Still they were slow in taking advantage of their opportunities and the government at Washington was growing impatient.
Amador's face was so piteous, his appearance so wretched, and so open to banter, that the lord, saddened by the weather, conceived the idea of enjoying a joke at his expense, tormenting him, playing tricks on him, and of giving him a lively recollection of his reception at the chateau.
When he came out he found a new robe of fine linen and lovely sandals ready for him, which made him appear the most glorious monk in the world. Meanwhile the monks of Turpenay fearing for Amador, had ordered two of their number to spy about the castle. These spies came round by the moat, just as Perrotte threw Amador's greasy old gown, with other rubbish, into it.
When he came out he found a new robe of fine linen and lovely sandals ready for him, which made him appear the most glorious monk in the world. Meanwhile the monks of Turpenay fearing for Amador, had ordered two of their number to spy about the castle. These spies came round by the moat, just as Perrotte threw Amador's greasy old gown, with other rubbish, into it.
His pride and a certain chivalry forbade his questioning the servants before whom it was the rule of the household to avoid all reference to their neighbors. He would make the acquaintance of the old padre perhaps HE might talk. He would ride early along the trail in the direction of the nearest rancho, Don Jose Amador's, a thing he had hitherto studiously refrained from doing.
"Father Amador has need of so and so," said the Demoiselle de Cande. "Fill up Father Amador's goblet," said the sire. "Father Amador has no bread," said the little lady. "What do you require, Father Amador?" said Perrotte. It was Father Amador here, and Father Amador there. He was regaled like a little maiden on her wedding night. "Eat, father," said madame; "you made such a bad meal yesterday."
Amador's face was so piteous, his appearance so wretched, and so open to banter, that the lord, saddened by the weather, conceived the idea of enjoying a joke at his expense, tormenting him, playing tricks on him, and of giving him a lively recollection of his reception at the chateau.
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