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My father pulls up, and thinks a bit "No," says he, "damme, I'm too old, b'sides, I'm a many sizes too large," says he. "Not a bit on it, Sir," says the touter. "Think not?" says my father. "I'm sure not," says he; "we married a gen'l'm'n twice your size, last Monday." "Did you, though?" said my father.
The general and grand officer of Bonaparte's Legion of Honour, Van Damme, is another of our military heroes of the same stamp. A barber, and son of a Flemish barber, he enlisted as a soldier, robbed, and was condemned to be hanged.
"Dame Margaret remained at l'Écluse until the following Saturday and was again visited by Monseigneur. On Saturday the boats were richly decorated to conduct my lady to Damme, where she was received very honourably according to the capacity of that little town.
Yet she had not been coming out, for her back was towards him, and she was moving in the same direction. He followed her, his mind too full of Captain Blood to be concerned just then with her movements. In the cabin he flung into a chair, and exploded, with a violence altogether foreign to his nature. "Damme if ever I met a man I liked better, or even a man I liked as well.
'No, my lord, she said firmly. 'No. And there, you must do me the justice to acknowledge that I never said I did. He dashed his hat on the floor: he was almost weeping. 'Oh, damme! he cried, 'a woman should not should not treat a man like this. It's low. It's cruel! It's A knock on the door stopped him.
And long after Smathers and Petrie had left him, and the wondering crowd had dispersed, and point duty at "Dead Man's Corner" was just point duty again and nothing more, P.C. Collins stood there, chewing the cud of bitter reflection over those words, and trying to reckon up just how many pounds and how much glory had been lost to him. "But, damme, sir, the thing's an outrage!
At length after much struggling and humping, and bruising of the wall on both sides, the door was forced open as by a battering-ram; and the locksmith, steadily regarding what appeared beyond, smote his thigh, elevated his eyebrows, opened his mouth, and cried in a loud voice expressive of the utmost consternation: 'Damme, if it an't Miggs come back!
'Damme Sir, said the Major, 'I'm jealous of my little friend. I'm pining away Sir.
"Damme, Will, you're a praetty sort of a broather to give me the slip in that way. But in this world every man for his-self!" "I tell you," said William, with something like decision in his voice, "that I will not do any wrong to these young men if they live." "Who asks you to do a wrong to them? booby!
"You dare, dad, and I won't kiss you good night." "Damme," he said, freeing himself and grinning at me with delight. "This is rank mutiny. Prithee note, Master Wheatman, the prepare-to-receive-cavalry look in her eye! The last time I lost her was at Hanover, and she rejoined me, if you please, at Dresden." "Magdeburg, you libellous old father," said Margaret, pouting.
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