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I drew back, and he went up and gave the most extraordinary squawk that I ever heard. It was a pretty good password to have, for I should think no stranger could imitate it. The flap flew open again, and then some conversation ensued through the bars. "It's all right now, sir," said the guide after a minute; "you walk right in." The door was now ajar.
By the harbour's entrance, lay the large felucca, which had prevented even the smallest vessel from reaching the sea for the last week, unless the challenge of the guard was answered by the password of the inquisition. Like all other secret servants of the tribunal, Andrea had been told the word this morning. Unhindered, he was allowed to row out into the open sea. The sea was calm.
Was it not a sign to encourage him, even a pledge of happy result, that, within an hour of it, and in consequence of his first step in partial compliance with it, he had come upon the only creature capable of conducting him into the robber's hold? And had he not at the same time learned the Raglan password? He WOULD go.
Now we had to wait outside the town gates for the place was, as might be supposed, strongly stockaded against the Welsh until one went to the town reeve and fetched him, seeing that we had not the password for the night. But at last they let us in, and took us to the house of the reeve himself, for the archbishop was there.
The lieutenant in command of the first vedette line was not over-curious. He asked me a few questions about the major's plans and dispositions, questions which, thanks to Colonel Davie's information, I was able to answer glibly enough, swallowed my tale whole, and was so obliging as to give me the password for the night to help me through the inner sentry lines.
"Hello thar!" cried one of the men at the wagon. "Hello!" was the answer. "Stand in yore tracks! What's the password?" "Joe Dill's good 'nough pass-word fer me; I don't try to keep up with all the pop-doodle you fellers git up." "Joe Dill will do in this case, bein' as yore a good liquor customer. What'll you have, Joseph?" "A gallon o' mash this jug jest holds that amount up to the neck.
On the barge's deck by the tiller an immensely fat boatman leant and smoked his pipe, which he withdrew placidly from his lips as Captain Salt gave the password to the man with the lantern and handed over the smoking horses. "Modena!" The fat man spat, stood upright and prepared for business as the passengers stumbled on board.
We are no longer clear about the doctrine he taught nor about the things he said and did. . . . * Even the "Apostles' Creed" is not traceable earlier than the fourth century. It is manifestly an old, patched formulary. Rutinius explains that it was not written down for a long time, but transmitted orally, kept secret, and used as a sort of password among the elect.
The blackness of the assemblage was as if you poured ink into water and made it dense. Jeffrey felt at once how sympathetic they were with her. What was the cry she gave? Was it some international password or a gipsy note of universal import? Had she called them friend in a tongue they knew?
"Speaking of health," interrupted Saniel, who did not wish to reply, "did you do what I advised about yourself?" "Not yet. The chemists of this quarter are only licensed cutthroats; but I am going this evening to see one of my clients who is a chemist, and he will deal honestly with me." "I will see you again, then." "When you wish, my dear sir; when you have reflected. You have the password."
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