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'Nay, I advise no violence. 'Nein, nein; you leave that to me. Sturmwetter! I know you of old. But, hark ye, what am I, Dirk Hatteraick, to be the better of this? 'Why, is it not your interest as well as mine? said Glossin; 'besides, I set you free this morning. 'YOU set me free! Donner and deyvil! I set myself free.
"Here beldam Deyvil's kind," growled the harsh voice of Dirk Hatteraick from the inside of his den, what makest thou there?" "Have you brought me the brandy, and any news of my people?" said Dirk Hatteraick. "Here's the flask for ye. Your people-dispersed broken gone or cut to ribbands by the red-coats." "Der Deyvil! this coast is fatal to me." "Ye may hae mair reason to say sae."
'You must kindle some fire too, for hold mich der deyvil, Ich bin ganz gefrorne! 'It is a cold place, to be sure, said Glossin, gathering together some decayed staves of barrels and pieces of wood, which had perhaps lain in the cavern since Hatteraick was there last. 'Cold?
"Because I am surprised to see you in the very last place where you ought to be, if you regard your safety," observed Glossin coolly. "Der deyvil! no man regards his own safety that speaks so to me!" "What? unarmed, and in irons! well said, Captain!" replied Glossin ironically.
'Strange enough, I think; for hold me der deyvil, if I been ever here before. 'That won't pass, Mr. Captain. 'That MUST pass, Mr. Justice, sapperment! 'And who will you be pleased to call yourself, then, for the present, said Glossin, 'just until I shall bring some other folks to refresh your memory concerning who you are, or at least who you have been? 'What bin I? donner and blitzen!
'Deyvil! replied Hatteraick, 'how should I tell what he knows now? But he remembered something of it long. When he was but ten years old he persuaded another Satan's limb of an English bastard like himself to steal my lugger's khan boat what do you call it? to return to his country, as he called it; fire him!
'You must kindle some fire too, for hold mich der deyvil, Ich bin ganz gefrorne! 'It is a cold place, to be sure, said Glossin, gathering together some decayed staves of barrels and pieces of wood, which had perhaps lain in the cavern since Hatteraick was there last. 'Cold?
"Nay, I advise no violence." "Nein, nein you leave that to me. Sturm-wetter! I know you of old. But, hark ye, what am I, Dirk Hatteraick, to be the better of this?" "Why, is it not your interest as well as mine?" said Glossin; "besides, I set you free this morning." "You set me free! Donner and deyvil! I set myself free.
Ere Glossin had got upon his feet, the hoarse yet suppressed voice of Hatteraick growled through the recesses of the cave. "Hagel and donner! be'st du?" "Are you in the dark?" "Dark? der deyvil! ay," said Dirk Hatteraick; "where should I have a glim?" "I have brought light;" and Glossin accordingly produced a tinder-box, and lighted a small lantern.
Why, man, though I gave her a wipe with my hanger in the heat of the matter, and cut her arm, and though she was so long after in trouble about it up at your borough-town there, der deyvil! old Meg was as true as steel. 'Why, that's true, as you say, replied Glossin. 'And yet if she could be carried over to Zealand, or Hamburgh, or or anywhere else, you know, it were as well.
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