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"Bartlemy," said the goblin again, "what's the matter with you?" "Matter, your worship?" gasped Bartlemy. "Come to the point," said the goblin, severely, accidentally swinging his pincushion against Bartlemy's legs at the same time, and pricking him most atrociously.
Hereupon she turns to her work again, describing to me the splendour of these precious stones and the wonder of Bartlemy's treasure, whiles I, viewing her loveliness, would have given such foolish treasure a thousand times for but her little finger, as watching the play of her round arms again, I fell a-sighing, whereupon she turns, all anxious questioning. "Doth your wound trouble you, Martin?"
Here she stood all wistful-eyed and tricked out in one of those fine gowns from Black Bartlemy's secret store the which had once been my dear lady's delight. Now in her hands she bore a pipkin brimful of goat's milk. "I prithee, sir," said she softly, "tell now shall there be room for me in your boat?" "Never in this world!" "You were wiser to seek my love than my hate " "I seek neither!"
They killed Sol first did ye hear him die, Roger? O did ye hear " I saw him fall and Tressady run to lift him, and watched these pirate rogues as, with oaths and cries of dismay, they hasted hither to throng about the two; then, rolling into the nearest shadow I struggled to my feet and found myself beneath the spreading branches of Bartlemy's tree.
Slowly he fitted the head into place again and, laying the weapon down, shook his head: "Here's Bartlemy's dagger true enough, Martin," says he, touching its keen point. "Here's what found Bartlemy's black heart aye, and many another! Here's what went hurtling over cliff in Tressady's fist and yet here it lies which is great matter for wonder, Martin.
"And look'ee, my ben cull, if I was to offer ye all Bartlemy's treasure which I can't, mark me still you'd never gather just what manner o' hook that was. Anan, says you mum, boy, says I. Howbeit, I say, 'tis a good song," quoth he, blinking drowsily at the fire, "here's battle in't, murder and sudden death and wha what more could ye expect of any song aye, and there's women in't too!"
All this night I rambled about thus, and dawn found me seated 'neath Bartlemy's tree staring at the ocean yet seeing it not. So God had refused my appeal! It seemed I could not die. But or ever I reached the water I stopped, for there, more hateful in sun than moonlight, lay that ghastly thing that had been Humphrey.
"Not nay, not for all Bartlemy's treasure!" "Aha!" quoth he softly. "So you've heard tell of it then, along the Spanish Main?" "I heard tell of it last night in a cave from a sailor-man." "How?" says he starting and with keen eyes glancing hither and thither. "A sailor-man hereabouts?" "Damme!" says I, "the country seems thick o' sailor-men." "Ha! D'ye say so? And what like was this one?"
As he spoke, he slipped a couple of coins into Bartlemy's hand, who, remembering the goblin's words, put them into his pouch without so much as looking at them.
Therefore to such as would read of rogues and roguish doings, of desperate fights, encounters and affrays, I would engage him to pass over these next few chapters, for he shall find overmuch of these things ere I make an end of this tale of Black Bartlemy's Treasure. Which very proper advice having duly set down, I will again to my narrative.
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