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Here were revenge and solid damages for the unforgotten assault and battery for Schenk's property alone made no inconsiderable fortune and accordingly the city, towards Midsummer, was surrendered to the Seigneur d'Haultepenne. Moreover, the excellent Patton had another and a loftier motive. He was in love. He had also a rival.
Miss Cordova leant heavily on her friend. "They are calling us," she said. "Who are?" "I don't know. Listen! Some one's wanted. It's me. It's me. Perhaps Schenk's come! Pauline, what shall I do?" "Absurd! No one can get here; you forget the roads and the snow. Schenk? He is miles away!" "Then it's for you. Yes. They're coming up. Listen it is you, 'Ma'amselle Clairville, I hear them say!"
One or two Ruttiers, or Mariner's Guides, make mention of the port, and of these the best is given in Hakluyt. I know of no plan or picture of the place. The drawing reproduced here, from Schenk's "Hecatompolis," is purely imaginary, however pretty. Soc. The treasure of the Indies The Bastimentos A Spanish herald
I have endured much. A break occurs in Karl von Schenk's diary at this juncture. Fortunately the main outlines of the story are preserved owing to Zoe's long letter, which was in a small packet inside the cover of the second notebook.
That bold partisan, accompanied by the mad Welshman, Roger Williams, at the head of one hundred and thirty English lances and thirty of Schenk's men, made a wild nocturnal attempt to cut their way through the besieging force, and penetrate to the city.
He had built a fort, which then and long afterwards bore his name-Schenken Schans, or Schenk's Sconce at that important point where the Rhine, opening its two arms to enclose the "good meadow" island of Batavia, becomes on the left the Waal, while on the right it retains its ancient name; and here, on the outermost edge of the republic, and looking straight from his fastness into the fruitful fields of Munster, Westphalia, and the electorate, the industrious Martin devoted himself with advantage to his favourite pursuits.
Schenk was pretty sick, so I left a note for him. At one o'clock I got the train started, with a couple of German Landwehr in each truck and Peter and I in a horse-box. Presently I remembered Schenk's telegram, which still reposed in my pocket. I took it out and opened it, meaning to wire it from the first station we stopped at. But I changed my mind when I read it.
He had built a fort, which then and long afterwards bore his name-Schenken Schans, or Schenk's Sconce at that important point where the Rhine, opening its two arms to enclose the "good meadow" island of Batavia, becomes on the left the Waal, while on the right it retains its ancient name; and here, on the outermost edge of the republic, and looking straight from his fastness into the fruitful fields of Munster, Westphalia, and the electorate, the industrious Martin devoted himself with advantage to his favourite pursuits.
"You're the onliest girl I ever could care about. Besides, I couldn't go with no other girl if I wanted to, 'cause I don't know none." Is it small wonder that Ben Schenk's glib protestations, reinforced by Mrs. Beaver's own zealous approval, should have in time outclassed the humble Joe?
That bold partisan, accompanied by the mad Welshman, Roger Williams, at the head of one hundred and thirty English lances and thirty of Schenk's men, made a wild nocturnal attempt to cut their way through the besieging force, and penetrate to the city.
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