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Well, bind me and take me to the city." He waits haughtily, but no one approaches him. Mariet has lowered her head upon her hands, her shoulders are twitching. The abbot is also absorbed in thought, his large head lowered. Desfoso is carrying on a heated conversation in whispers with the fishermen.
"Ask how the mother is feeling; Selly is taking care of her." Desfoso says: "You say, chase away the women, abbot? And your daughter? She is here." The abbot looks at Mariet. She says: "I am not going away from here." Silence. The abbot paces the room again; he looks at the little ship fastened to the ceiling and asks: "Who made it?" All look at the little ship. "He," answers Desfoso.
Here he will be warm and comfortable as in his cradle. That's the way! Don't be afraid of waking him, Gart; he sleeps soundly and will not hear anything. You may shout, sing, fire a pistol the boy sleeps soundly." "What do you want, Mariet? I did not call you here, and I am not pleased that you have come." "Of course, you did not call me here, Haggart; of course, you didn't.
Soft voices say: "The sea is coming." "High tide has started." "The sea is coming." Mariet kisses her father's hand. "Woman!" says the priest tenderly. "Listen, Gart, isn't it strange that this a woman" he strokes his daughter tenderly with his finger on her pure forehead "should be born of me, a man?" Haggart smiles. "And is it not strange that this should have become a wife to me, a man?"
Mariet casts at him a glance full of contempt and then goes out. Silence. "Khorre!" "Yes." "Gin!" "Here it is, Noni. Drink it, my boy, but not all at once, not all at once, Noni." Haggart drinks; he examines the room with a smile. "Nobody. Did you see him, Khorre? He is there, behind the curtain. Just think of it, sailor here we are again with him alone." "Go home, Noni!" "Right away.
And then one sailor bent down close to Noni perhaps he did not want to do any harm to him, but he bent down to him too closely, so, I fired at him from your pistol. Is it nothing that I fired at our sailor?" Haggart laughs: "He had a comical face! You killed him, Mariet." "No. I don't know how to shoot. And it was he who told me where you were. O Haggart, O brother!"
"What did you say, Desfoso?" the abbot stops. "I say, since Dugamel broke Jack's head " "Yes, yes!" says the abbot, and resumes pacing the room. "Then Dugamel threw himself into the sea from a rock and was dashed to death that's how it happened. He threw himself down." Mariet shudders and looks at the speaker with hatred. Silence. "What did you say, Thomas?"
I think that it is jolly even in hell, but in a different way. It is two years since you have stopped growing, Philipp. That isn't good." Philipp answers gruffly: "Grass also stops growing if a stone falls upon it." "What is still worse than that worms begin to breed under the rock." Mariet says softly, sadly and entreatingly: "Don't you want me to call you Mariet?"
Isn't it, Mariet?" Two thin but merry bells are ringing. Mariet is silent and Haggart answers for her: "That's good enough. But what are the bells saying, abbot?" The fishermen who have gathered about them are already prepared to laugh the same undying jest is always repeated. "Will you tell no one about it?" says the abbot, in a deep voice, slily winking his eye. "Pope's a rogue! Pope's a rogue!"
"He is like you?" says the woman with contempt. "No, Haggart! But here is what he did: He gave gin to little Noni again to-day. He moistened his finger and gave it to him. He will kill him, father." Haggart laughs: "Is that so bad? He did the same to me." "And he dipped him in cold water. The boy is very weak," says Mariet morosely. "I don't like to hear you speak of weakness.
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