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Having said this, he pulled his ink-horn from his girdle, and taking a small reed out of it, neatly cut for writing, he presented it to him, with a piece of paper he took out of his letter-case, and, whilst he held the ink-horn, Bedreddin Hassan wrote these words: 'This writing is to testify, that Bedreddin Hassan of Balsora has sold to Isaac the Jew, for the sum of one thousand sequins, received in hand, the lading of the first of his ships that shall arrive in this port. This note he delivered to the Jew, who put it in his letter-case, and then took leave of him.
"No," answered she; "but I was brought up with his daughter and he holds me dear and I have much credit with him; so if thou wouldst have him grant thee a patent of exemption, give me ink-horn and paper, and I will write thee a letter, which, when thou reachest Baghdad, do thou deliver into the King's own hand and say to him, 'Thy handmaid Nuzhet ez Zeman salutes thee and would have thee to know that the changing chances of the nights and days have smitten her, so that she has been sold from place to place and is now with the Viceroy of Damascus." The merchant wondered at her eloquence and his affection for her increased and he said to her, "I cannot think but that men have abused thine understanding and sold thee for money.
"Got it all down?" asked the Master in an easy, everyday kind of voice. The monk bowed, and producing several folios of manuscript, laid them on the table together with an ink-horn and a pen. "Very well. And now, my young friend, be so good as to sign there, at the foot of the writing." "Sign what?" gasped Adrian. "Explain to him," said the Master.
For that we must go to a lesser pen, to Greene, who thus describes him in his vision: His stature was not very tall, Lean he was; his legs were small Hos'd within a stock of red A button'd bonnet on his head From under which did hang I ween Silver hairs both bright and sheen; His beard was white, trimmèd round; His countenance blithe and merry found; A sleeveless jacket, large and wide With many plaits and skirts side Of water-camlet did he wear; A whittle by his belt he bear; His shoes were cornèd broad before; His ink-horn at his side he wore, And in his hand he bore a book; Thus did this ancient poet look.
The notary was inflamed with a desire to begin, and put his pen a third time into his ink-horn and the old gentleman, turning a little more towards the notary, began to dictate his story in these words: And where is the rest of it, La Fleur? said I, as he just then enter'd the room.
Slowly she lifted her head, and setting white hands 'neath dimpled chin, met his frown with eyes of gentleness. "Nay, first put up thy dagger, my lord." "Helen," said he again, grim-lipped, "whom dost wait for?" "Nay, first put up thy dagger, messire." Frowning he obeyed, and came a pace nearer. "What do you here with pen and ink-horn?" "My lord, I write." "To whom?" "To such as it pleaseth me."
Whoever it was had sat down. Very carefully he felt for the spring and opened the door. Jessica was seated at the table with paper and an ink-horn before her. She was writing. Presently she stopped the pen was bad. She got up and went away to her room. Instantly Bucklaw laid his plan. He entered as she disappeared, went to the table and looked at the paper on which she had been writing.
I had begged the doctor to keep strict account between us, that I might pay back from my pension whatever he spent on me, and with fine spider-like characters he was proceeding to debit me with the stage fare, when another quill barred his entrance to his ink-horn. He took off his spectacles and glared pink-eyed at the genial gentleman with sandy upright hair. "Sir!" he cried, "that is my ink!"
Then resuming the calm with which hitherto I had addressed him, "Your cupidity," said I, "your greed for the estates of Bardelys, and your jealousy and thirst to see me impoverished and so ousted from my position at Court, to leave you supreme in His Majesty's favour, have put you to strange shifts for a gentleman, Chatellerault. Yet, wait." And, dipping my pen in the ink-horn, I began to write.
"Now the register, Monsieur," Maillard continued briskly; and waving him in the direction of a clerk, who sat at the end of the long table, having a book and a ink-horn before him, he turned to the next comer. Tignonville would fain have avoided the ordeal of the register, but the clerk's eye was on him.
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