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During the ensuing autumn months there went on between the opposing generals an unceasing game of strategy, a succession of moves and counter-moves in which the opposing commanders handled their great armies with the same consumate skill with which the expert fencing-master uses his foil, but in which neither could break through the other's guard.
He sprang at the fencing-master, who made a thrust at him, burying the point of his sword in the cheese, where the white-haired man held it, while he smeared the face of his opponent with the mud on his mop. "Zounds! master what are you about?" cried the fencing-master. "Marry! I am teaching you new tactics."
"Send them a farewell message, and tell Croesus to explain the reason of your starting so quickly." "They would call me a coward." "It is cowardly to yield to any mortal, but to go out of the way of one's fate is wisdom." "You contradict yourself, Darius. What would the fencing-master say to a runaway-pupil?"
The poor, helpless creature is now lying without any care, for her aunt, old Fraulein Van Hoogstraten, has driven Doctor de Bont from her bed because he is a Calvinist." "From the sick girl's bed?" "It's abominable enough, but the old lady is now ill herself." "Bravo, bravo!" cried the fencing-master, clapping his hands.
When I frankly acknowledged all this, my companion exclaimed that there was no doubt my soul had once inhabited Roland's body, or in other words, that in a former life I had been the Knight Roland." The musician looked at the fencing-master in amazement and asked: "Could you really believe that, Captain?" "Why not," replied the other. "Nothing is impossible to the Highest.
When the two men were seated opposite to each other in the tap-room, the fencing-master pushed his moustache away from his lips, and began: "How long ago is it-? We'll say fifteen years, since I was riding to Haarlem with the innkeeper Aquarius, who as you know, is a learned man and has all sorts of old stuff and Latin manuscripts.
Before the fencing-master had finished the last sentence, an armed man dashed the door open, shouting: "The light is raised at Leyderdorp!" At these words Allertssohn sprang from his chair as nimbly as a youth, drew himself up to his full height, adjusted his shoulder-belt and drew down his sash, exclaiming: "To the citadel, Hornist, and sound the call for assembling the troops.
The alarmed fencing-master cried out: "Who can you be? You must be either Goffe, Whalley, or the devil, for there are no others in England who could beat me." In order to fully explain the meaning of the fencing-master's words, we beg leave to step aside from our story for a moment and recall some historical events which have a bearing upon it.
This brother, a tall, good-looking, blunt, unceremonious, and somewhat coarse, man, had, it was said, been a fencing-master; and, notwithstanding the too great lenity of his brother, the noble boarders were often treated harshly and roughly: hence the people thought they must again take the part of these young folks, and pulled about the good reputation of the excellent Gellert to such a degree, that, in order not to be mistaken about him, we became indifferent towards him, and visited him no more; yet we always saluted him in our best manner when he came riding along on his tame gray horse.
The six bullies at the table knew well enough, and savage, masterful Æsop at the window knew well enough, that the swaggering Gascon was the first fencing-master in Paris, and that his colleague, the Norman, for all his air of ineffable timidity, was only second to him in skill with the weapon and readiness to use it.
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