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"And who, nevertheless, is not Lafitte," insisted Père Jerome. "Daz troo, Jean," said Doctor Varrillat. "We hall know daz troo." Père Jerome leaned forward over the board and spoke, with an air of secrecy, in French. "You have heard of the ship which came into port here last Monday. You have heard that she was boarded by pirates, and that the captain of the ship himself drove them off."
"And who, nevertheless, is not Lafitte," insisted Père Jerome. "Daz troo, Jean," said Doctor Varrillat. "We hall know daz troo." Père Jerome leaned forward over the board and spoke, with an air of secrecy, in French. "You have heard of the ship which came into port here last Monday. You have heard that she was boarded by pirates, and that the captain of the ship himself drove them off."
"In a word," said Evariste Varrillat, the physician, "you think we are partly to blame for the omission of many of your Paternosters, eh?" Father Jerome smiled. "No; a man cannot plead so in his own defence; our first father tried that, but the plea was not allowed. But, now, there is our absent friend. I tell you truly this whole community ought to be recognized as partners in his moral errors.
During one term of silence Madame Varrillat, a pale, thin-faced, but cheerful-looking lady, touched Madame Thompson, a person of two and a half times her weight, on her extensive and snowy bare elbow, directing her attention obliquely up and across the road.
Information got from some of the prisoners taken months ago by the United States brig Porpoise. But" a still softer whisper "have no fear; they will never find him: Jean Thompson and Evariste Varrillat have hid him away too well for that." The Saturday following was a very beautiful day.
"Mo pas capabe, non; m'olé di' tous ç'ose." She attempted to fan herself, her face turned away from the attorney, and her eyes rested on the ground. "Take a seat," said Doctor Varrillat, with some suddenness, starting from his place and gently guiding her sinking form into the corner of the bench.
In this room, and about this miniature round table, used sometimes to sit with Père Jerome two friends to whom he was deeply attached one, Evariste Varrillat, a playmate from early childhood, now his brother in-law; the other, Jean Thompson, a companion from youngest manhood, and both, like the little priest himself, the regretful rememberers of a fourth comrade who was a comrade no more.
Information got from some of the prisoners taken months ago by the United States brig Porpoise. But" a still softer whisper "have no fear; they will never find him: Jean Thompson and Evariste Varrillat have hid him away too well for that." The Saturday following was a very beautiful day.
You should have said," the attorney changed to French, "'He is no pirate; he has merely taken out letters of marque and reprisal under the flag of the republic of Carthagena!" "Ah, bah!" exclaimed Doctor Varrillat, and both he and his brother-in-law, the priest, laughed. "Why not?" demanded Thompson. "Oh!" said the physician, with a shrug, "say id thad way iv you wand."
You should have said," the attorney changed to French, "'He is no pirate; he has merely taken out letters of marque and reprisal under the flag of the republic of Carthagena!" "Ah, bah!" exclaimed Doctor Varrillat, and both he and his brother-in-law, the priest, laughed. "Why not?" demanded Thompson. "Oh!" said the physician, with a shrug, "say id thad way iv you wand."
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