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To-night in particular ill-pleased and ill-content he found the place and the company well matched, the one and the other mean and contemptible! One there Gentilis marked the great man's mood, and, cringing, after his kind, kept his eyes low on his platter. Grio, too, knew enough to seek refuge in sullen silence.
The man pinned against the wall, with the point of a knife flickering before his eyes, begged piteously for his life. "Then silence!" Basterga answered for the foremost who had entered was he. "A word and you die!" "Better let me finish him at once!" Grio growled. The prisoner's face was ashen, his eyes were starting from his head. "Dead men give no alarms." "Mercy! Mercy!" the man gasped.
It encouraged the others to carry their brutality to greater and even greater lengths. Grio flung a gross jest in the girl's face: Basterga asked her mockingly how long she had loved. They got no answer; on which the big man asked his question again, his voice grown menacing; and still she would not answer.
While Basterga, leaving the other to close the door, strode across the room to the window and stood gazing out, his very back stern and contemptuous, Grio fidgeted and frowned, waiting with ill-concealed penitence, until the other chose to address him. At length Basterga turned, and his gleaming eyes, his moon-face pale with anger, withered his companion. "Again!
The next he was glad he had so determined, for Grio after strolling on in seeming carelessness to a point not twenty yards from him, and well commanded from his seat, leant again on the wall, and seemed to be enjoying the view. This time Claude was sure, from the movement of his shoulders, that his hands were employed. "In what?"
And Messer Grio here has served the State, so that some little indulgence " "What art muttering?" cried the bully, who spoke French with an accent new and strange in the student's ears. "Let be! Let be, I say! Let them drink, or be pricked!" The merchants and the vintner took their glasses without demur: and, perhaps, though they shrugged their shoulders, were as willing as they looked.
When the hurly burly's done, When the battle's lost and won." Are not the mummeries of the witches about the cauldron in Macbeth, and Talbot's threat pour la Pucelle, "Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch," uttered so long ago, echoed in the wailing cry of La Meffraye in the forests of Machecoul, in the maledictions of Grio, and of the Saga of the Burning Fields?
"Ask him what happened last night at the 'Bible and Hand," he continued, pointing to Grio, "and how he stands now with his friend the Syndic!" "The Syndic?" "The Syndic Blondel!" The moment the words had passed his lips, Claude repented. He saw that he had struck a note more serious than he intended.
Grio whined. "I said nothing! It was only that he would not drink and I " "Made him?" "No, he would not, I say, and we were coming to blows. And then " "He gave back, did he?" "No, Messer Blondel came in." Cæsar Basterga stretched out his huge arms. "Fool! Fool! Fool!" he hissed, with a gesture of despair. "There it is!
"Scholars die otherwise, but many a broken soldier has come to the wheel! So do you have a care of it! If you do not " "I have said I will!" Grio cried sharply. "Enough scolding, master. I've a notion you'll find your own task a little beyond your hand. See if I am not right!" he added. And with this show of temper on his side, he went out and shut the door loudly behind him.
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