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"Believe me, no good ever came of violence at least from revengeful violence. No doubt a violent assault at the right time and with a right motive has often carried the day; but violence given way to for the mere purpose of gratifying the feelings is not only useless, it is hurtful and childish." "Hast never given way to such thyself, Bacri?" demanded Francisco with some asperity.
We `dogs of Jews," continued Bacri, with a sad smile, "may seem to you to hang our heads rather low sometimes, but I have seen Christian men, as bold as you are, crawl upon the very dust before these Turks of Algiers." "Our fate, then," said Francisco, "is, I suppose, and as I half suspected, to be slavery in that pirates' nest, Algiers?"
Being a favourite with poor Achmet, as you know, Lucien had much influence among the domestics, and easily procured the disguise. The moment the insurrection took place we fled from the palace, and, as you see, here we are!" "But why came you hither?" asked Bacri, with a troubled look. "To whom else could we flee for shelter?" returned Lucien.
"Dear man!" exclaimed Angela. "Which, Bacri or me?" asked Flaggan. "Bacri, o' course," returned Angela, with a little laugh. Flaggan nodded significantly. "Yes, he is a dear man w'en you go to his shop; but he's as chape as the most lib'ral Christian w'en he's wanted to go an' do a good turn to any one."
"Bacri," said the Colonel, "may I venture to interrupt your present agreeable occupation? I wish to have a talk with you in private."
Beside him stood an empty tin dish and a stone jar of the picturesque form peculiar to the inhabitants of the Atlas Mountains; the sword given to him by Bacri lay within reach of his half-open hand. Neither the scuffle outside nor the entrance of the party had disturbed the old man.
I fear much that the sands of his glass are nearly run out." "It is a woeful state of things," observed the Colonel, while a slight flush mantled on his cheek possibly at the thought of his having, as the representative of a civilised power, to bow his head and recognise such barbarians. "And you, Bacri, will you not also stay here?" "No. There are others of my people who require my aid.
"Now," continued Bacri, stopping abruptly in his account of these matters, "I must not waste more time on a subject which is incomprehensible. Indeed, I would not have said so much were it not that the hour is yet too early for the undertaking which I have in view for you. "Achmet, then, must be at once put on his guard; but to do so is no easy matter, for his enemies surround him.
Seated on a gun-carriage, apart from his comrades in sorrow, Francisco Rimini gazed in stern silence upon the moonlit sea, and thought, perchance, of the little old lady with the rippling mouth, and the dark-eyed daughter of his adoption. "Your fate is a sad one," said a deep voice close to his side. Francisco started, and looked round with indignant surprise at Bacri.
Several of them hurried aft, and immediately returned, dragging along with them poor Mariano, who was just recovering from the blow given to him by Bacri. On seeing the plight of his father and brother he made a desperate effort to free himself, but quickly found that he was as helpless as a child in the grasp of the three powerful men who held him.
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