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He wished with a passionate and bitter regret that he had not been so many weeks without coming near these two people; and now 'Lias was going fast, and after to-day he would see them both no more for ever? Margaret heard him moving, and nodded back to him over her shoulder. 'Yo've slept well, Davy, better nor I thowt yo would. Your cloos are by yo atwixt yo an t'stairs.
Fourpence! cried Davy, his enthusiasm rising, 'I'll live on thruppence a day, as sure as yo're sittin theer! Seven thruppences is one an nine; lodgin, two shillin three an nine. Two an three left over, for cloos, firin, an pocket money. Why, I'll be rich before yo can look roun! An then, o' coorse, they'll not keep me long on six shillings a week.
"Sister, thy boy is a big idiot a very big idiot!" said Gerrit Van Swearingen, the Schout of New Amstel. Then the Schout struck his long official staff on the ground, and went off in a grand manner to frighten debtors. The Widow Cloos made no reply, but dropped a couple of tears as she saw her son, Nanking, shrink away before his uncle's frown and roll his head in deprecation of such language.
They will say, 'Nanking Cloos is the smartest man in the colony of New Amstel. Perhaps I shall be a burgomaster, and eat terrapin stewed in Canary wine!" Nanking was up betimes, looking at the chimneys on his mother's dwelling, of which there were two, and both were the largest chimneys in New Amstel.
"Well," said Peter Alrichs, smiling, "you can come to see her sometimes and carry her doll." "Good enough!" cried Nanking, overjoyed. Before Nanking started on his trip, the sailor-man he had refused to whip walked into his mother's house. "Widow Cloos, no doubt," he said, bowing. "Madame, I owe your son a service.
Nanking told his mother next day that he was going to the woods, and not to cry if he did not return at dark. The Widow Cloos kissed him, and saw him go happily up the street. "Om licht en donker!" she moaned. "Between the hawk and the buzzard! Poor, simple son! The Indians may kill him, but here he will only get his uncle's curse!"
He is simple and fatherless, poor and confiding. Thank God, at least he is not a woman!" The Widow Cloos had come but recently from Holland, sent out by charity at the instance of her brother, Van Swearingen, the schout or bailiff of New Amstel colony.
So the Widow Cloos brought Nanking out in the ship Mill, to the city of Amsterdam's own colony on the banks of the South River, which the English called the Delaware. They came in a starving time, when the crops were drenched out by rains and all the people and the soldiery of the fort were down with bilious and scarlet fever.
These costly things are all mine; for there are no other boys in this whole dwelling but Nanking Cloos, the fatherless idiot!" He slipped down and hastened to his boat, which lay in a cove not far below. Towing it along the bank to a sheltered place convenient, Nanking began to load up the goods from the chimney.
I believe it is true," they said to each other. "They were burning him at the stake and he did not know it. Yes, his feeble mind saved him!" "Not at all," protested Nanking. "It was because I thought no evil of anybody." "Hearken, Nanking!" said Peter Alrichs, very soberly. "And you, Mother Cloos, come hither too. This boy can make our fortunes if we can make him fully comprehend us."
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