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"By Saint Paul!" quoth Sir Nigel, "it is in my mind that they come too late, for I cannot see how we are to come down from this tower." "There they come, the hearts of gold!" cried Aylward. "See, they move out from the shadow. Now they cross the meadow. They are on the further side of the moat. Hola camarades, hola! Johnston, Eccles, Cooke, Harward, Bligh!
Hola! gentlemen of Scotland," said the ruffian but undaunted chief, waving his mace, "who longs to gain a coronet who strikes at the Boar of Ardennes? You, young man, have, methinks, a hankering; but you must win ere you wear it."
They set up a many-throated cheer, flocked out with her upon the floor, and in one instant feet were flying, skirts were whirling, laughter and jest mingling with waving arms and kicking toes, and the whole place was in one mad riot of delirious joy. And in the midst of this there rolled up suddenly a voice crying, as from the bowels of the earth, "Hola! Hola!
"Sin duda; it was from them she was taken." "When, and where? How, and by whom?" "Hola! hombre four questions at once! Muy bien! I can answer them, if you give me time. To the first, I should say about six months ago. To the second, near the Big Timbers, on the Arkansas.
On our appearance the peasant seemed inclined to follow his friend's example; but we somehow managed to reassure him, and gathered that, except for a small party of harmless travellers who were at the Green Man, Razines was empty. "You are luckier than they are at Richelieu, my friend," I said. "Then Richelieu is taken?" "Apparently so." "Hola! for Monsieur de Ganache!"
He will keep you warm while you sleep, at least till about three o'clock in the morning, when you dream that you are out sleighing in your pajamas, and wake up with a shiver. "HOLA, FERDINAND, FRANCOIS!" you call out from your bed, pulling the blankets over your ears; "RAMANCHEZ LE FEU, S'IL VOUS PLAIT. C'EST UN FREITE DE CHIEN."
Nay, Rosamund, you can serve me better far by living. Return to England, and publish there the truth of what you have learnt. Be yours the task of clearing my honour of this stain upon it, proclaiming the truth of what drove me to the infamy of becoming a renegade and a corsair." He started from her. "Hark! What's that?" From without had come a sudden cry, "Afoot! To arms! To arms! Hola! Balak!
But she had not time to conjecture, for presently there was a peremptory call at the door, and the next moment it was violently open from the outside, whilst a rough, commanding voice shouted, "Hey! Citoyen Brogard! Hola!" Marguerite could not see the newcomers, but, through a hole in one of the curtains, she could observe one portion of the room below.
Then a hurricane of cheers made the windows rattle, and a deputy from the Shumadia, "the heart of Kosnovia," a bigchested, deep voiced forester, sent forth a trumpet shout that reached every ear: "Hola! That's a King! Look at him!" From that instant Alec was as surely King of Kosnovia as the German Emperor is King of Prussia.
But it is getting late, and our torch is almost out; let us call our man." "Hola!" cried Monk in French, approaching the stairs; "hola! fisherman!" The fisherman, benumbed by the cold night air, replied in a hoarse voice, asking what they wanted of him. "Go to the post," said Monk, "and order a sergeant, in the name of General Monk, to come here immediately."
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