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Fett, "in accordance with the by-laws of Montpellier, were conveyed to the town mortuary, and there bestowed for the time in open coffins, connected by means of wire attachments with a bell in the roof a municipal device against premature interment.
"Drink, gentlemen," said he; "drink by all means so long as it amuses you. I had far rather you exceeded than that I should appear inhospitable." "Magnifshent old man," Mr. Fett hiccuped to me confidentially, "an' magnifshent liquor. As the song shays I beg your pardon, the shong says able 'make a cat speak an' man dumb "Like 'n old courtier of the queen's An' the queen's old courtier "
"Say the word even now, lad," he offered, "and we will abide till he recovers." But I shook my head. Billy Priske carried an enormous wine-skin slung across his shoulders; Mr. Fett a sack of provender. Mr. Badcock had begged or borrowed or purchased an enormous gridiron. "But what is that for? I asked him, as we shook hands.
Not once in three months, within my remembrance, did cart or waggon pass along this lane, which indeed grew a fine crop of grass and docks between the ruts. "Nay," said my father, after a few seconds, "I gave you a false alarm, gentlemen. The shouting, whatever it means, is over. Your pardon, Mr. Fett, that I interrupted you." "Sir," said Mr.
Fett in eager converse with the little pawnbroker, now questioning him, now halting to regard him, as a man who has dug up a sudden treasure and for the moment can only gaze at it and hug himself. Nat and I brought up the rear, he striding at my stirrup and pouring forth the tale of his adventures since we parted.
Why, sir, yet another story occurs to me, which might pass for an express epologue upon your father's career. Did you never hear tell of the Grand Duchess Sophia of Carinthia and her Three Wooers?" "Pardon me, Mr. Fett " I began. "Pardon me, sir," he cut me short, with a flourish of his spoon.
I may even live to see a child running about these silent terraces . . . But this, my dearest wish, outruns all present indications; and if Prosper ever marries again it will be as his father married, and not for love. By good fortune I am able to supply the reader with some later news of two members of the expedition, Mr. Fett and Mr. Badcock.
"Catch him!" cried my father, sharply; but he meant not Mr. Fett. His eyes were on Billy Priske, who, perched on the temporary platform, where almost without relief he had sat and steered us, shouting his orders without sign of fatigue, sank forward with the rudder ropes dragging through, his hands, and dropped into the hold.
First of all, when I spoke to her, she wouldn't tell what had annoyed her; but later on it turned out she had come expectin' to be made a martyr of, and everything was lookin' keenly that way until Sir John came and interfered, as she put it." "And she said," suggested Mr. Fett, "that she didn't mind what man could do unto her?"
"As Master Prosper has told you, gentlemen all, we left him sitting alongside poor Mr. Fiennes, and took the path that leads down and across the valley yonder and out again on the north side. There were four of us my master, myself, and the creatures Fett and Badcock each man with his gun and good supply of ammunition.
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