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He glanced away from him still sleepily, seeking the padrone, but he saw only the empty seats of the boat, the oars, the coiled-up nets, and lines for the fish. "Dove ?" he began. He sat up, stared wildly round. "Dov'è il padrone?" he cried out, shrilly. Salvatore started and dropped the match. Gaspare sprang at him. "Dov'è il padrone? Dov'è il padrone?" "Sangue di " began Salvatore.
Still there were arrangements to be made before he could introduce such a novel element into blood that for centuries had been pure as the sangue azzura. He went up to Vienna for that purpose, leaving his design a profound secret to all his dependents.
"It is not," said I, "a question of what a vow may be to you and yours, but of what a vow is to me. It is a thing I cannot break." "Sangue di Cristo!" he snarled, "we will break it for you, then that or your bones. Resolve yourself, beast, the motley or the rack or yet, if you prefer it, there is the cord yonder."
"Captain Philip Vanderdecken!" roared the commandant, as he sprung from his chair. "Yes, that is my captain, Mynheer Philip Vanderdecken and that is my first mate, Mynheer Krantz; both of the good ship Utrecht: we were wrecked together, were we not. Mynheer? He! he!" "Sangue de Vanderdecken! the husband!
When he comes home it will be his duty to inform the Governor that we are here. He will be rewarded, not punished. Sangue de Deus! I may be shot at dawn. I pray you, let me rest a while." The girl, Manoela, weeping out of sympathy, crept to Iris's side and gently stroked her hair. Like her mother, she could only guess that the English lady's friends were captured, perhaps dead.
"Captain Philip Vanderdecken!" roared the Commandant, as he sprung from his chair. "Yes, that is my Captain, Mynheer Philip Vanderdecken; and that is my first mate, Mynheer Krantz; both of the good ship Utrecht: we were wrecked together, were we not, Mynheer? He! he!" "Sangue de Vanderdecken! the husband?
Immediately beneath this in the company of a couple of tatterdemalions worthy of him sat the giant who had mocked his escape from falling, and as Gonzaga took his seat he heard the fellow's voice, guttural, bottle-thickened and contentious. "And this wine, Luciano? Sangue della Madonna! Will you bring it before dropping dead, pig?"
Can we call ourselves republicans in the United States of America, while a martyr of freedom rots in prison like the Spielberg prisoners of my dear, and unfortunate country? And my friends, and fellow-laborers of my profession in New York, Mr. Foresti, and Mr. Maroncelli can tell you di che lagrime grondi, e di che sangue the republican patriot.
For I'll swear you've not been washed since they baptized you if, indeed, you be a son of Mother Church at all." "Sangue di Cristo!" spluttered the enraged bully, his face mottled. "This to me? Come down from that horse." He laid hold of Francesco's leg to drag him to the ground, but the Count wrenched it free by a quick motion that left a gash from his spur upon the captain's hands.
One day, at dessert while cracking nuts, he cut his finger pretty deeply, and as it bled freely showed it to the company, saying with a laugh, "Mirate, signori; questo a sangue Pelasgo." At Berne, I was not useless to him, nor was my performance so bad as I had feared: I certainly spoke better and with more confidence than I could have done for myself.
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