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She brought out water from the enclosure, and swiftly bathed Dom Manuel's hand. From the fire now came a whispering, "Make haste, Queen Freydis! make haste, dear Fairy mistress!" "There is time," said Freydis, "and do you stop flurrying me!" She brought from the enclosure a pot of ointment, and she dressed Manuel's hand. "Borram, borram, Leanhaun shee!" the fire crackled. "Now the hour ends."
"Perhaps the key to treasure is right over there in that old chest of Manuel's." Then Tyke laughed outright. "I wouldn't bank on finding treasure," Grimshaw advised. "What those old pirates got they spent as they went along. They warn't of the saving kind. 'Easy come, easy go' was their motto." "That's true enough of the majority of them, no doubt," conceded Drew.
You are very unjust, Ned." "If they escape and tell their story?" "We shall have the rare pleasure of knowing we are better than people believe us. And now put those boots away somewhere where we can produce them if necessary, as evidence of Manuel's evening call.
His tweeds were as immaculate as though he had just stepped from the hands of his valet, and his tan shoes showed mark neither of mud nor rough trails. Manuel's quick glance caught these details and they set him wondering. "By the Ten Finger-Bones!" ejaculated Leborge. "How did you get in here?" "Why?" asked Cecil, in mild surprise. "Polliovo didn't see you come. I didn't see you come." "No?"
He leaned his white-crowned head against the high chair-back, and while he waited for Manuel's decision he gazed calmly at the border of red tiles which showed at the low eaves of the porch calmly as to features only, for his eyes held the blaze of anger. "Señors, I go." The brim of Manuel's sombrero flicked the dust of the patio.
Her desolation of heart conquered; her head sunk upon her bosom, and a deep, bitter groan burst from her lips. Slowly she rocked herself to and fro in the loneliness of her spirit. She had not loved her father warmly; there was little congeniality between them, and her hasty rejection of Mañuel's suit mutually embittered their intercourse.
He soon became annoyed by Manuel's loyalty, who had shared the perils and good fortunes of an excellent master for many years; and determined to rid himself of this last link which constantly reminded him of Gaston. The evening before, he had persuaded Manuel to return to Arenys-de-mer, a little port of Catalonia, his native place; and Louis was looking for another servant.
Finally Manuel reached bottom, saying that he had contacted Alvarez. For some minutes nothing came through either telephone but the sound of the submerged men's breathing. "I see something, Señor! A rock 'que grande'!" came to Tom's ears suddenly. "It must indeed be that which the Señor seeks. But, Santa Maria! there is something else !" Manuel's voice broke off suddenly. "Captain Britten!
Manuel's indignation elicited plenty of comment from Senor Custodio and his wife, and he himself was somewhat intimidated by it; he understood that the spectacle hadn't been to his taste; what struck him as strange was that it should rouse so much anger, such rage in him.
He didn't seem to have much hope of heaven, from the way the paper reads." "I don't wonder," put in Tyke, dryly. "But whatever chance there was, he wanted to take it," finished the captain. "I wonder how the paper ever got into Manuel's hands," pondered Tyke. "The churches and convents seemed to suffer most in those wild days," said the captain. "They were sacked and plundered again and again.
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