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"And his son, also?" "Also his son Anthony, a headstrong boy, I fear me, a consorter with vile characters. Alas? that I should say it." "And his daughter, Mistress Delia?" "Alas!" and he fetched a deep sigh. "Do you mean, sir, that she too is dead!" "Why, to be sure-but let us talk on less painful matters." "In one moment, sir: but first tell me where did she die, and when?
'Why! dost not know me, master Upstill? When I was a little one, thou didst make my shoes for me. 'I trust it will be forgiven me, mistress. Truly I had ne'er made shoe for thee an' I had foreseen what thee would come to! For I make no farther doubt thou art a consorter with malignants, harlots, and papists.
To be a galley-slave among the Spaniards, a galley- slave among the Moors, a consorter with Indians for two years, and again a prisoner with the Spaniards for as much more, was more than fell to the lot of any one man, and he, like the Spanish governor, believed that I was some rascal who had been marooned, only he thought that it was from an English ship.
'Why! dost not know me, master Upstill? When I was a little one, thou didst make my shoes for me. 'I trust it will be forgiven me, mistress. Truly I had ne'er made shoe for thee an' I had foreseen what thee would come to! For I make no farther doubt thou art a consorter with malignants, harlots, and papists.
Every man of them was an outlaw and, even if not yet an actual murderer at least a potential one, and a consorter with cruel, cowardly brutes in human shape who would destroy without mercy if they were not themselves destroyed who were, in fact, worse than wild beasts; for whereas the latter take life merely to satisfy the cravings of nature, the average pirate slew for the sheer love of slaying, and in order that he might gratify the unnatural lust that caused him to revel in the sight of human suffering.
To be a galley slave among the Spaniards, a galley slave among the Moors, a consorter with Indians for two years, and again a prisoner with the Spaniards for as much more than fell to the lot of any one man, and he, like the Spanish governor, believed that I was some rascal who had been marooned, only he thought that it was from an English ship.
So Ralph wrote down these words as Jan told them to him: "Piet van Vooren, "Sooner would I lay my only child out for burial in the grave than lead her to the house of a coloured man, a consorter with witch-doctors and black women and a would-be murderer. That is my answer, and I add this to it.
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