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A general burst of laughter followed the cornet's story, which was heightened in its effect by the gravity with which he told it. "And after all," said Maurice Quill, "now that people have given up making fortunes for the insurance companies by living to the age of Methuselah, there's nothing like being an Irishman.
In spite of the Cossack's entreaties to wait another minute to hear what he had to say, Maryanka did not stop. 'Go, she cried, 'you'll be seen! I do believe that devil, our lodger, is walking about the yard. 'Cornet's daughter, thought Lukashka. 'She will marry me. Marriage is all very well, but you just love me!
For there are beauties and noble-women there; 'and if there are beauties and noble-women, I said to myself, 'they will buy pearls, even if they have nothing to eat. And, as soon as ever the cornet's servants had set me at liberty, I hastened to the Waiwode's residence to sell my pearls.
And then, to the beat of the piano and the cornet's throbbing blare, the bad men of the Pecos told of the passing of the Man from Bitter Creek, and how his slayer came back down the river recovering his stolen cattle in the autumn.
'But you shall never live to see it, said Saxon, and stooping over he fired straight at the cornet's head. At the flash of the pistol the trumpeter wheeled round and galloped for his life, while the roan horse turned and followed with its master still seated firmly in the saddle. 'Verily you have missed the Midianite! cried Hope-above Williams.
You'd have to search through the whole place to find such another! The cornet's wife knows what Lukashka's mother is after, but though she believes him to be a good Cossack she hangs back: first because she is a cornet's wife and rich, while Lukashka is the son of a simple Cossack and fatherless, secondly because she does not want to part with her daughter yet, but chiefly because propriety demands it.
This being the first time that our hero had ever given a treat of any sort to the troop, it was hailed by some as an auspicious omen; and I could not help observing, to my next neighbour at the table, who was Mr. William Butcher, junior, that the brick-bats which had been levelled at our Cornet's bead had at all events opened an avenue to his heart.
He's a fine fellow, everyone praises him, says Lukashka's mother. 'All I wish is to get him married; then I could die in peace. 'Well, aren't there plenty of young women in the village? answered the cornet's wife slyly as she carefully replaced the lid of the matchbox with her horny hands. 'Plenty, Mother, plenty, remarked Lukashka's mother, shaking her head.
'There's no lack of girls and I was sick of her anyway. 'Well, see what a devil you are! said Nazarka. 'You should make up to the cornet's girl, Maryanka. Why doesn't she walk out with any one? Lukashka frowned. 'What of Maryanka? They're all alike, said he. 'Well, you just try... 'What do you think? Are girls so scarce in the village?
I was particularly depressed when I realised that I had made myself an unconscious accomplice of Director Cornet's basest interests. His one aim was to create a sensation, which he thought should be of great service to me also; and not only did he put me off with a smaller fee, but even suggested that it should be paid by gradual instalments.
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