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Sievers enter the room, and extricating himself from the enlightened and enthusiastic crowd who were disserting round the tribunal of Madame, he hastened to his amusing friend. "Ah! my dear sir, how glad I am to see you! I have, since we met last, been introduced to your fashionable ruler, and some of her most fashionable slaves.
Sievers, "can only speak truth. His excellence is proved by my praising him to his face." The young Maximilian, when Mr. Sievers had ceased speaking, stood blushing, with his eyes fixed on the ground; and the delighted parent, catching his child up in his arms, embraced him with unaffected fondness. "And now, all this time Master Rodolph is waiting for his patient. By St.
"Enough! but Sievers is not Von Lexicon, and Maximilian, we trust, is " "Papa! papa! dearest papa!" shouted a young lad, as he dashed open the door, and, rushing into the room, threw his arms round the Prince's neck. "My darling!" said the father, forgetting at this moment of genuine feeling the pompous plural in which he had hitherto spoken of himself. The Prince fondly kissed his child.
There are four Russian corpses aft, and I see you've bagged seven." "Damned pirates!" commented Maclean. "I've a mind to shoot the rest of them out of hand." "Just give the word, sir." "No," said Maclean, "we'll maroon them instead. Lower away all the boats but one, Sievers, and bring them under the bows. I can look after these dogs!" "Ay, ay, sir.
That'll leave two for Sievers to do with as he likes, and two for me to buy Nellie that's Mrs. Maclean that is to be just the sort of house she's set her heart on these ages back. What do you say, sir?" "What do I say, Maclean?" cried Captain Brandon, his eyes big with excitement and surprise, too, perhaps. "Why, I say this: You are that rare thing, a sensible, honest man! Tip us your flipper!"
Sievers was a tall, thin man, about forty, with a clear sallow complexion, a high forehead, on which a few wrinkles were visible, bright keen eyes, and a quantity of grey curling hair, which was combed back off his forehead, and fell down over his shoulders.
"I see your game. Let me look, Maclean! This is my trade." He bent forward, wrenched at a shoot-bolt, and with a cry of satisfaction threw back a plate. The Saigon's company crowded round the man-hole thus revealed, muttering with excitement. "One moment, Sievers!" cried Maclean, for the engineer had one leg already in the tunnel. Then he turned to the men.
A kind friend, perhaps his Royal Highness himself, gave Sievers timely notice, and by rapid flight he reached my castle, and demanded my hospitality. He has lived here ever since, and has done me a thousand services, not the least of which is the education which he has given my son, my glorious Maximilian."
Then turning to the officer, he continued: "We had hoped that he might escape detection in this Russian uniform, left here by the adjutant of General Sievers, who was formerly a prisoner of war in my house, but unfortunately the hat and cloak have betrayed him." Feodor von Brenda looked at Gotzkowsky with admiring wonder, and this rapidly invented ruse de guerre pleased him astonishingly.
Maclean noted that already many of the Saigon's men carried swords and carbines. He watched the rest arm themselves with the Nevski sailors' discarded weapons as they marched their prisoners along the deck. His breast began to swell with pride. "Any casualties?" he demanded. "Two of ours have crossed over," replied Sievers, "and some of us are hurt a bit. But we can't grumble.
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