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"I hope he will yet give the mounseer a good shaking," muttered Smallbones. "How now, Will! Who's that at the door? We are on his grace's work and can touch none other man's were it the King of France himself, or his Constable, who is finer still."
When the turnkey entered the cell, Bill seized him and clapped his hand on his mouth. The man struggled powerfully, but Ben held him in a grasp so tight that he was as helpless as an infant. "Keep yer mind easy, Mounseer, we won't hurt 'e," said Ben, while his comrade was busy gagging him. "Now, then, lift him into the corner," whispered Bill.
The night after the action Bill Bowls, Ben Bolter, and Tom Riggles sat down on the heel of the bowsprit to have a chat. "Not badly hit?" asked Ben of Bill, who was examining the bandage on his left arm. "Nothin' to speak of," said Bill; "only a scratch. I'm lucky to have got off with so little; but I say, Ben, how does your head feel? That Mounseer had a handy way o' usin' the handspike.
"I beg pardon, messmate," said Ben, as he and my father became more sociable; "but may I make so bold as to ask you how you contrived to get that seam across your figure-head? You did say something about a Frenchman, if I heard right; and as the war is now of two years' standing, I suppose you've had a rap or two at Mounseer." "'Xpect I have," replied my father.
"We Englishmen have been taught to help our enemies in distress, mounseer," observed Job Truefitt, as, without waiting a moment to ask leave, he lifted the wounded lad on his shoulders. "There's no time for palavering. Come along, sirs." The midshipmen sprang on, helping Job to support his burden, and they soon reached the upper-deck, when the scene of horror and confusion was indescribable!
I'll tell, too, the long years in fighting we passed, Till Mounseer asked Bony to lead him; And Sir Arthur, grown tired of glory at last, Begged of one Mickey Free to succeed him. "But, acushla," says I, "the truth is I'm shy! There's a lady in Ballymacrazy! And I swore on the book " He gave me a look, And cried: "Mickey, now can't you be asy?"
Antoinette, priez le gentilhomme de 'asseoir." The leetle gal offered me a stool, but I didn't set down. "Mounseer," said I, in some French manufactured for the occasion, "I havey broughtee you sommey oysteries," and I showed him the kittle, with the kiver off. I thought his eyes kind of vatered at the sight, but he sighed, and turnin' to the leetle gal, said,
"One minute, my friend," Hanger mildly observed, meaning to convey to Sharp that he was asking a favour of gentlemen, not roaring his order to slaves. "Permit me to get the good woman's answers. Yes; she knows Monsieur Glendore." "Mounseer Glendore! She knows no good of him."
A British seaman, having nothing to do but smoke and meditate, was seated on a coil of rope at the time, enjoying himself and the smells with which that port is not unfamiliar. He chanced to be a friend of that French fisherman. "You're early afloat, Mounseer," he said. "Oui, monsieur. Vill you com'? I go for feesh." "Well, wee; I go for fun."
"By thunder, sir," said Bulger, "give me the chanst and I'll learn the mounseer the why and wherefore of it. And as for Diggle well, I may be wrong, but I'll lay my share o' the prize money out o' the Good Intent that he's hatchin' mischief, and not far off neither. Show a leg, mateys." Before Major Coote reached Daudpur he was overtaken by a horseman bearing a message from Clive.
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