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Hum, so, so, like Fire conceal'd in a Tinderbox, I shall run mad. Car. Is she witty? Fran. Enter Guzman, bringing in Julia, Clara, Isabella, Jacinta, Guiliom, Antonio, &c. Women veil'd. Car. Isa. Dost think, Jacinta, he'll chuse me? Jac. I'll warrant you, Madam, if he looks with my Eyes. Guz. Guil.
"In a week or so, I shall be well enough to travel." "'Tis your intent to travel?" she inquired. He set down the jar, and reached for the tinderbox. "It is time I was returning home," he explained. "Ah, yes. Your home is in France." "At Maligny; the sweetest nook in Normandy. 'Twas my mother's birthplace, and 'twas there she died." "You have felt the loss of her, I make no doubt."
He put it back in his sidepocket and took from his waistcoatpocket a nickel tinderbox, sprang it open too, and, having lit his cigarette, held the flaming spunk towards Stephen in the shell of his hands. Yes, of course, he said, as they went on again. Either you believe or you don't, isn't it? Personally I couldn't stomach that idea of a personal God. You don't stand for that, I suppose?
The darkness was intense; and it was clear that whoever had tried to open the door had shut it again. "Have you your tinderbox handy, Hugh? If so, let us have a light. "Those fellows are moving about overhead, Hugh; but we had better stay where we are.
When Laurent was appointed by the Convention to the charge of the young prisoners, Madame Royale was treated with more consideration. "He was always courteous," she says; he restored her tinderbox, gave her fresh books, and allowed her candles and as much firewood as she wanted, "which pleased me greatly."
It was even whispered, that, in the agonies of his fears, the worshipful Master Maulstatute mistook the kitchen-wench with a tinderbox, for a Jesuit with a pistol; but if any one dared to laugh at such an error, he would have done well to conceal his mirth, lest he fell under the heavy inculpation of being a banterer and stifler of the Plot a crime almost as deep as that of being himself a plotter.
The flint was struck sharply on the steel; a spark of fire fell into the tinderbox, and the match of hemp string, soaked in saltpetre, was readily lit, and fired off the little guns. I carried on quite a trade in forging beautiful little steels. I forged them out of old files, which proved excellent material for the purpose.
She could not venture without a light up those stairs, thronged perhaps with angry spirits. She ran to the kitchen. She found the tinderbox, and with trembling hands struck a light. She came back shading it with her shaky hands; and, committing her soul to the care of Heaven, she crept quaking up the stairs. Then she heard voices above, and that restored her more; she mounted more steadily.
It was opened, and a voice said with an oath, "The old fool has forgotten to leave a candle burning;" then he stepped into the kitchen. In an instant there was a sound of a violent struggle, deep oaths and curses, two sharp clicks, then all was quiet except heavy breathing and the striking of flint on a tinderbox; there was the blue glare of the sulphur match, and a candle was lighted.
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