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The invincible High Seas Fleet upon one of its sporadic ventures into salt water during the very earliest days of the war, stumbled across a fleet of Grimsby trawlers unconcernedly pursuing their usual peaceful occupation. The whole of the fishermen were made prisoners and were dispatched to Sennelager.
"Never mind where I got it," he warded. "Don't ask too many questions." Grimsby leaned across the table and looked keenly at his victim. "I won't ask any more questions, sir. But I believe you are a bigger rogue than I imagined. It's even necessary for me to be on my guard. How much money have you on hand now?" "About fifty dollars." "That's good. I'll take half, according to our agreement."
At Great Grimsby, it seemed, there was no vehicle but a very exceptional kind of cab, looking like a herdic turned wrongside fore, and unable to orient itself aright, available for the long drive to that "large comone a good way distante from any towne," which we were to make, if we wished to visit the scene of the Pilgrims' sufferings in their second attempt to escape from their dread lord.
Again he saw her move; but it was not with her own life; the recovering senses of her faithful servant, as his arms clung around the body, had disturbed the remains of her who would wake no more. On seeing that existence yet struggled in one of these blameless victims, Grimsby did his utmost to revive the old man.
Grimsby and Walter, struck by the holy solemnity of his manner, fell on their knees before him. Wallace raised his hands: "Bless, O Father of Light!" cried he, "bless this unhappy land, when Wallace is no more; let his memory be lost in the virtues and prosperity of Robert Bruce!" Grimsby sunk on the earth, and gave way to a burst of manly sorrow.
The deck of a Grimsby trawler discharging fish in the Humber on a wet December morning is no more desolating than was the look of Celestine under the mountains of Bougie; and Bougie, if you have a memory for the coloured posters, is in the blue Mediterranean. But do I grumble? I do not. With all the world but slops, cold iron, and squalls of sleet, I prefer Celestine to Algiers.
It will readily be inferred that our friend Corporal Grimsby was a man of dauntless courage; but, notwithstanding this, a thrill of terror nearly paralysed his limbs, when, while exploring the dungeon into which he had been thrown, his feet came in contact with an object, which, on examination, he discovered to be a human skeleton.
They sent his arms with mine from Grimsby, thinking that he also needed them; but he left them with the widow. Havelok used to laugh if they asked him this, and tell them that it came by nature, and in that saying there was more than a little truth.
But Grimsby had much skill and little scruple, and whether he took advantage of the other’s trembling, blinded eagerness to deal unfairly by him, I cannot undertake to say; but Lowborough lost again, and fell dead sick. ‘“You’d better try once more,” said Grimsby, leaning across the table. And then he winked at me. ‘“I’ve nothing to try with,” said the poor devil, with a ghastly smile.
‘And you hear,’ continued he, ‘that Huntingdon is gone out with Grimsby?’ ‘Well?’ ‘I heard the latter say to your husband—or the man who calls himself so—’ ‘Go on, sir!’ He bowed submissively, and continued: ‘I heard him say,—“I shall manage it, you’ll see!
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