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Stop, give it to me; I will take it to him myself." Mynheer Poots took the cup from Amine's hands, and went into Philip's room. "Here, my son, drink this off, and you will be well," said Mynheer Poots, whose hand trembled so that he spilt the wine on the coverlet. Amine, who watched her father, was more than ever pleased that she had not put the powder into the cup.
The window closed, and Philip, more excited, but with feelings altogether different from those with which he had set out, looked at it for a minute, and then bent his steps to his own cottage. The discovery of the beautiful daughter of Mynheer Poots had made a strong impression upon Philip Vanderdecken, and now he had another excitement to combine with those which already overcharged his bosom.
The colonel was half mad and half pleased. He tapped his forehead with his fore-finger, and looked at his officers in a manner that showed he believed my head was wrong, but he said kindly: "My man, you go oud and sit under a tree, in the shade, and I vill hafe your poots found if they are in my rechiment," and I went out.
Amine came in with the breakfast, and their eyes spoke more than their lips could have done; and Philip sat down to his meal with less of sorrow and gloom upon his brow. "Mynheer Poots," said Philip, as soon as he had finished, "I intend to leave you in possession of my cottage, and I trust you will find yourself comfortable.
I promised to pay you, and will keep my word. I have plenty of money thousands of guilders, and know not what to do with them." "You you thousands of guilders!" exclaimed Poots. "Pooh, nonsense, that won't do." "I repeat to you, Amine," said Philip, "that I have thousands of guilders: you know I would not tell you a falsehood." "I believed you when you said so to my father," replied Amine.
What his establishment consisted of no one knew. When he first settled in the neighbourhood, an old decrepit woman occasionally answered the knocks given at the door by those who required the doctor's services; but she had been buried some time, and, ever since, all calls at the door had been answered by Mynheer Poots in person, if he were at home, and if not, there was no reply to the most importunate summons.
"Yes, in good time I shall go again." "Very well, we will take care of your house and your guilders." "I shall perhaps save you the trouble of taking care of my guilders," replied Philip, to annoy the old man, "for I mean to take them with me." "To take them with you! for what, pray?" replied Poots, in alarm. "To purchase goods where I go, and make more money."
"You will give your mother that directly, Mynheer Philip," said Poots, putting a phial into his hand; "I will now go to the child of the Burgomaster, and will afterwards come back to your cottage." "Don't deceive me," said Philip, with a threatening look.
"Not well!" cried the old man, starting up; "let me see yes, your pulse is very quick. Amine, your poor husband is very ill. He must go to bed, and I will give him something which will do him good. I shall charge you nothing, Philip nothing at all." "I do not feel so very unwell, Mynheer Poots," replied Philip; "I have a bad headache certainly."
But as Father Seysen, when questioned, said, in a mild voice, that "he had departed in peace," it was presumed that Mynheer Poots had died a good Christian although he had acted little up to the tenets of Christianity during his life.
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