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"But yes, Monsieur," answered the storekeeper, "it was my wife and I we escaped. My wife, she had been sent into Morne Rouge, that very morning, with a message from her mistress. Me, I was working on the road, not more than a mile away. I saw nothing of it, Monsieur. One fell on my back, and left me crippled, as you see. But my four children, ah! Monsieur, they sleep here, somewhere!"
You shall not suffer from anything you may say here." "You have been the means by which posts have been delivered to an enemy. We remember hearing of the surrender of Marmalade, Gros Morne, and some others." "I was the means, as you say; but it was done by a wiser will and a stronger hand than mine. In that transaction my heart was pure.
"Let me return with him, father. Let me become his child. I am unworthy to be yours. And he and I are so forlorn!" Her father's tender gaze encouraged her to say more. Drawing closer, she whispered "I have seen Moyse I have seen him more than once in the Morne; and I cannot leave this place. Let me stay." "Stay, my child. Seek consolation in your own way.
'Waterloo, Waterloo, morne plaine Comme une onde qui bout dans une urne trop pleine, And that second line always stuck in my head for the picture it made. I could see it, so vividly, an urn boiling over with the great gush of water springing up in it. It gave me a feeling, inside, a real physical feeling, I mean.
When their parents were well on the way, and the news was broken to the children, the people at Morne expected storm and trouble; but the Heavenly Twins saw the joke at once, and chuckled immoderately. "I wonder how long it took him to think it out?" said Diavolo. "It must have been a brilliant impromptu," Angelica supposed "because, you know, our coming here was all arranged in a moment.
The harbour is small, and the entrance is defended by heavy batteries. As we sailed in, with the pretty little town before us, and the finger-like mountains rising in a semicircle behind it, we had on our right the mountain of Morne Fortunee, where is the signal station at which the famous ship-seer, who could see ships nearly a hundred miles off, was stationed.
'Mak hast, mak hast, my merry men all, Our guid schip sails the morne. 'Oh, say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. 'Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi the auld moone in her arme, And I feir, I feir, my deir master, That we will cum to harme.
Orton Beg was at Fraylingay, Diavolo was keeping his grandfather company at Morne, the Kilroys were in town, the Hamilton-Wellses had gone to Egypt, and Colonel Colquhoun had taken two months' leave and gone abroad also, so that she had no one near her for whom she had any special regard.
"They've such good cakes at the palace." "Well, that's just why we should do grandpapa first," said Angelica. "Don't you see? We can have cake at Morne; and we shall be able to eat the ones at the palace too, if they're better." "Yes," said Diavolo, with grave precision. "I notice myself, that, however much I have had, I can always eat a little more of something better."
We went up 800 feet of steep hill, to pay a visit on that Morne Fortunee which Moore and Abercrombie took, with terrible loss of life, in May 1796; and wondered at the courage and the tenacity of purpose which could have contrived to invest, and much more to assault, such a stronghold, 'dragging the guns across ravines and up the acclivities of the mountains and rocks, and then attacking the works only along one narrow neck of down, which must be fat, to this day, with English blood.
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