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I was riding home late at night, and he stood at the corner of the lane, with an old enemy of mine, and a sad cur that is! Sedgett's his name Nic, the Christian part of it. There'd just come a sharp snowfall from the north, and the moonlight shot over the flying edge of the rear-cloud; and I saw Sedgett with a stick in his hand; but the gentleman had no stick. I'll give Mr.
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"It was that I was coming to," said the sailor; "it would be there I fell in with your kinsman." "Ay," said I, sitting up and thinking of Mhari nic Cloidh; "is it Bryde McBride you are meaning?" "Just that," said he, looking far to sea; "a devil o' a man yon, with eyes that would drill a hole in an oak timber.
"Ay, and what happened next, old Nic did nothing follow, eh?" Nic's countenance assumed an irresolute expression; he saw he was jammed up in the wind, so at a venture he determined to sham deafness. "Take wine, Lucifer a glass of Hermitage?" "With great pleasure," said his Satanic majesty.
You're in for a rare good beating, and, see, my friend while I wouldn't do you any harm personally, I'd crawl on my knees from here to the citadel at Quebec to get a pot-shot at your rag-tag-and-bobtail 'patriots. You can count me a first-class enemy to your 'cause, though I'm not a first-class fighting man. And now, Nic, give me a lift with my coat.
Is it your son, Nic Sedgett, thinks to inform against me, as once he swore to, and to get his wage that he may step out of a second bankruptcy? and he a farmer! You let him know that he isn't feared by me, Sedgett, and there's one here to give him a second dose, without waiting for him to use clasp-knives on harmless innocents."
These reasons he would have given to Nic Lavilette, but other ulterior and malicious ideas were in his mind. He had no fear, no real fear. His body shrank, but that was because he had been little used to rough riding and to peril. But he loved this game too, though there was a troop of foes behind him; and as long as they rode behind him he would ride on.
Seeing him stand up as to depart, however, a storm of contempt was hurled at him; some said he was like old Sedgett, and was afraid of his wife; and some, that he was like Nic Sedgett, and drank blue. "You're a bag of blue devils, oh dear! oh dear!" sang Dick to the tune of "The Campbells are coming." "I ask e'er a man present," Mr. Moody put out his fist, "is that to be borne?
Captain Hall's Voyage of Discovery to the West Coast of Corea, and the Great Loo-choo Island. 4to. A work not less valuable for its maritime geography and science, than for the pleasing interest which it excites on behalf of the natives of Loo-choo, and the favourable impression it leaves of Captain Hall, his officers and seamen. Noord-Oost Tartarie. Par Nic. Witsen. Amsterd. 1705, 2 vols. folio.
Then she added: "Go and fetch me a bottle of brandy I'm going to bathe his hands and feet in brandy and hot water as soon as he's awake." "Better let mother do that, hadn't you?" he asked rather hesitatingly, as he moved towards the door. Her eyes snapped fire. "Nic mon Dieu, hear the nice Nic!" she said. "The dear Nic, who went in swimming with "
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