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So she poured some strong brandy and water down Amyas's throat, in spite of his refusals, and sent him to bed, but not to sleep; and after a night of tossing, he started for Bideford, having obtained the means for so doing from Mrs. Hawkins. "Ignorance and evil, even in full flight, deal terrible backhanded strokes at their pursuers."
A volley of great quartz pebbles whistled round their heads. "Come on, Frank! for life's sake! Men, to the rescue! Ah! what was that?" The dull crash of a pebble against Frank's fair head! Drooping like Hyacinthus beneath the blow of the quoit, he sank on Amyas's arm. The giant threw him over his shoulder, and plunged blindly on, himself struck again and again. "Fire, men!
"There were two men in one city, one rich, and the other poor: and the rich man had many flocks and herds, and all the fine ladies in Whitehall to court if he liked; and the poor man had nothing but " And in spite of his broad honest smile, Amyas's deep voice began to tremble and choke. Frank sprang up, and burst into tears: "Oh! Amyas, my brother, my brother! stop! I cannot endure this.
Let they ministers preach till they'm black in the face, works is the trade!" with a nudge in Amyas's ribs. "Faith can't save, nor charity nether. There, you tell with him, while I go play bowls with Drake. He'll tell you a sight of stories. You ask him about good King Hal, now, just " And off waddled the Port Admiral. "You have seen good King Henry, then, father?" said Amyas, interested.
And both their windows being open, and only a thin partition between the chambers, Amyas's admiring ears came in for every word of the following canzonet, sung in that delicate and mellow tenor voice for which Frank was famed among all fair ladies: "Ah, tyrant Love, Megaera's serpents bearing, Why thus requite my sighs with venom'd smart?
There was no time to be lost; and ere the giant could disentangle himself from the boughs and shrubs, Eustace had slipped off his long cloak, thrown it over Amyas's head, and ran up the alley shouting for help. Mad with rage, Amyas gave chase: but in two minutes more Eustace was safe among the ranks of the negroes, who came shouting and jabbering down the path. He rushed back.
"Here an hour, and never speak to poor old Martin! I say, sir" and the old man feebly plucks Amyas's cloak as he passes. "I say, captain, do 'e tell young master old Martin's looking for him." "Marcy, gramfer, where's your manners? Don't be vexed, sir, he'm a'most a babe, and tejous at times, mortal."
"Don Guzman Maria Magdalena Sotomayor de Soto!" shouts Amyas from the mizzen rigging, loud and clear amid the roar. He has not called in vain. Fearless and graceful as ever, the tall, mail-clad figure of his foe leaps up upon the poop-railing, twenty feet above Amyas's head, and shouts through his vizor, "At your service, sir whosoever you may be."
"God give me back mine!" cried an old red-cloaked dame in the crowd; and then, struck by some hidden impulse, she sprang forward, and catching hold of young Amyas's sleeve "Kind sir! dear sir! For Christ his sake answer a poor old widow woman!" "What is it, dame?" quoth Amyas, gently enough. "Did you see my son to the Indies? my son Salvation?"
"This," said Amyas, "is indeed the proudest day of my life! I have lost one brother, but I have gained fourscore. God do so to me and more also, if I do not deal with you according to the trust which you have put in me this day!" We, I suppose, are to believe that we have a right to laugh at Amyas's scheme as frantic and chimerical.
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