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The watchful goblin, though not at his side, knew perfectly well what he was about, and soon led him to betray his quality most fatally. When the bill was brought him, it was so long and so tremendous that Bartlemy sprang up in a rage, crying out: "Thimbles and thread! Do you call this a decent charge for your paltry dinner?"
"Treasure!" says she; and back she comes and onto her stool, all in a moment. "Tell me of it, Martin!" "'Tis a great treasure of gold and jewels in such." "And who is Black Bartlemy?" "A foul rogue of a pirate that was killed by a poor Spanish lady, and lieth buried with her under the great pimento tree on the beach yonder."
And that, if he did as Humphrey had requested, he would be able to add other gold pieces to his store. Thus thinking, he had repaired to the hiding-place of his disguise, put it on, and set out. At the same moment of his arrival the innkeeper came back, and a little later the grooms began to straggle in. Old Bartlemy, however, paid no attention to who came in or who went out.
An hour went by and still old Bartlemy did not come; an hour of silence broken only by occasional whispers between Hugo and Humphrey. Then the old man softly opened the door and stood smiling before them. "Thou didst think me false, is it not so?" he said, addressing Humphrey and casting an affectionate glance as he did so on the small mole near the end of the Saxon's nose.
"And whither is he gone?" "Why, that I know not, master. I only know that the horse of the young lady did bear him company. But the mule of the nurse is still there, wherefore there is no thievery, since he did take but his own." The bystanders now crowded more closely around Bartlemy, with the innkeeper at the front as questioner.
"Ay, and the Tower, and the Boar's-Head at East-Cheap, and the statue of the Duke of Wellington, and London Bridge, and Richmond Hill, and Bow Street, and Somerset House, and Oxford Road, and Bartlemy Fair, and Hungerford Market, and Charing-Cross old Charing-Cross, Tom Howel!" added John Effingham, with a good-natured nod of the head. "A wonderful nation!" cried Mr.
Well, Martin, 'tis upon a certain evening that this Bartlemy comes aboard my ship and with him his mate, by name Tressady.
Seem not to notice him, but mark him well. He hath a bailiff to his help, and it will go hard with somebody." "He stoppeth not that priest and his novice," observed Hugo. "That is because the bailiff knoweth both and hath instructed him," answered Bartlemy. "Look downward now right modestly till we be safely past, for thou hast a speaking eye.
They sat down with contented hearts to the nice, smoking soup, and after supper walked out among the spreading cabbages. IN those far away times when the world was yet in its baby clothes, and people were not as wise as they are nowadays, there dwelt in the good town of London a poor tailor's apprentice named Bartlemy Bowbell.
Turning to old Bartlemy, who was following close behind, he said, "Here do we stop till I pay thee what thou hast asked." Old Bartlemy said nothing, but he rubbed his hands together in delight, and kept so close to Humphrey that he almost trod on his heels. "Now," said Humphrey, when they were alone and the old man had been paid, "I ask thee this grace, Bartlemy.
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