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The warder's mother-in-law, too, had taken her under her protection. This woman was the inn-keeper's wife from the riverside inn of Nesptah, and she at once recognized Paula as the handsome damsel who had refreshed herself there after the evening on the river with Orion, and whom she had supposed to be his betrothed.
He had learned that one must take food in France where he can find it, and ten minutes later we came upon him in front of the inn, talking in a slow loud voice to what was either the inn-keeper's daughter or his pretty young wife thus: "I said," Henry paused and nodded his head and beat the thing in with his hand; "we want some supper de jurnay toot sweet!"
And the men grew to be curious, the more so as the inn-keeper's young wife, of whose charms many rumours were afloat, had never yet been seen by any. One evening, when the company was in an especially hilarious mood, the men demanded stormily to see the mysterious room. Weigand hesitated. He would have to ask his wife's permission.
They are like the inn-keeper's score which he makes in chalk. A damp cloth brings them all away, and leaves nothing behind." "What would you have?" "There should be a little notch on the stick, to remember by," said Violet. "Not that I complain, you know. I cannot complain, as I was not notched myself." "You are silly, Violet." "In not having allowed myself to be notched by this great champion?"
Just as he thought of something cutting which would settle him, the inn-keeper's face would send his thoughts all ways at once. He was not satisfied with the result of his visit, but was glad to get out again. He went down to the beach, and informed the two partners of what he had done.
Manner has much to do with getting a well-told lie believed. The inn-keeper's respect for the young man went up to the highest attainable point, and he had seen so many artists, too. But if such prices were obtained for a picture dashed off in a few hours, the hotel business wasn't in it as a money- making venture.
"Who are you, my angel?" "I am Therese, the inn-keeper's daughter, and this is my sister." There was another girl beside her, whom I had not seen, as her head was under the bolster. "How old are you?" "Nearly seventeen." "I hope I shall see you in my room to-morrow morning." "Have you any ladies with you?" "No." "That's a pity, as we never go to the gentlemen's rooms."
There was a small sable stole about her neck. The skirt was short, and she wore high black shoes of the thick walking type. Judging from Burton's description she must have been about your size and figure, Mrs. Wrandall. Isn't that so, Mrs. Burton?" The inn-keeper's wife spoke. "Yes, Mr. Harben, I'd say so myself.
But one of them, who wore a yellow frock, rose and toddled towards the sheep. A man ran after it with his naked sword; and the child died with its face in the grass, while the others were killed not far from the tree. All the peasants and the inn-keeper's daughters took to flight, shrieking as they went, and returned to their homes.
The inn-keeper had forbidden them to let it feed on the downs, and had taken it on to his own farm. There it had been during the winter, and they only saw it when it was carting sea-weed or bringing a load of fish from the beach for the inn-keeper. It was not well-treated in its present home, and had all the hard tasks given it, so as to spare the inn-keeper's own animals.
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