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Sigismund was not content with so cold a demonstration of his feelings. He owed not only the lives of his father and him self to the courage of Maso, but that of one dearer than all; one whose preservation, to his youthful imagination, seemed a service that might nearly atone for any crime, and his gratitude was in proportion.
Shall I order honest Giacomo of Aoste to prepare the supper, and to air the beds for the noble company that is to follow? You will scarce do more than reach his holstery before the young and the beautiful will begin to think of their pillows." "Maso, I had thought thee among our party, when I left the Refuge this morning?" "By San Thomaso! Signore, but I had the same opinion touching yourself!"
Maso returned the friendly grasp till their fingers seemed to grow into each other. His eye, too, showed he was not without wholesome native sympathies, though education and his habits might have warped them from their true direction.
I left you all in the Refuge sleeping soundly, even to the mules," Maso laughed at his own fancies, as he included the brutes in the party, "and I reached the convent just as the first touch of the sun tipped yonder white peak with its purple light."
Maso smiled; at first, he appeared disposed to be facetious; but a dark cloud passed over his swarthy lineaments, and he lost his pleasantry, in an air of thoughtfulness that struck his interrogator as singular.
"Honest 'Maso, poor fellow, is sadly puzzled," he observed, smiling benevolently, as if in pity for the pilot's embarrassment; "he wishes to persuade us that the strange craft yonder is a lugger, though he cannot himself say to what country she belongs!" "It is a lugger, Signore," returned the girl, drawing a long breath, as if relieved by hearing the sound of her own voice.
Maso thrust the lad who served them from the room, and he slipped a small coin in his hand, ordering him not to return. Inebriety had made sufficient ravages for his ends, and he was now desirous of stopping farther excesses. "Here come the mummers gods and goddesses, shepherds and their lasses and all the other pleasantries, to keep us in humor!
The Signor Grimaldi retained sufficient presence of mind to follow this advice, and it was probably quite as fortunate that his friend had so far lost his consciousness, as to become an unresisting burthen in the hands of Sigismund. "Nettuno! gallant Nettuno!" swept past them on the gale for the first time, the partial hushing of the winds permitting the clear call of Maso to reach so far.
A forest of latine yards and low masts lay before them, but, by giving the bark a rank sheer, Maso brought her to her berth, by the side of another lake craft, with a gentleness of collision that, as the mariners have it, would not have broken an egg. A hundred voices greeted the travellers; for their approach had been seen and watched with intense anxiety.
"Guernsey is a country I never heard of," answered 'Maso simply; "is it like Holland or more like Lisbon?" "Very little of either. Guernsey is a country that was once French, and where many of the people still speak the French language, but of which the English have been masters this many an age. It is an island subject to King George, but which is still half Gallic in names and usages.
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