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If so, I'll teach him." "No, no, vrouw," answered Hans in alarm. "No meat has passed my lips this day, except what I licked out of the pan after breakfast." "Then, Allan, you will certainly have indigestion, which is just what I wanted to avoid. Have I not often told you that you should chew your bit twenty times before you swallow, which I would do myself if I had any back teeth left?
He only sat himself again upon the disselboom of the wagon and went on cutting up the tobacco viciously, as though he were slicing the heart of a foe. Even the Vrouw Prinsloo was silent and stared at him whilst she fanned herself with the vatdoek. But Retief spoke. "I wonder if you are mad, or only wicked, Henri Marais," he said.
"It's hard telling," he answered. "Was he so sick, Raff?" "No, not sick, I may say; but troubled, vrouw, very troubled." "Had he done wrong, think ye?" she asked, lowering her voice. Raff nodded. "MURDER?" whispered the wife, not daring to look up. "He said it was like to that, indeed." "Oh! Raff, you frighten me. Tell me more, you speak so strange and you tremble. I must know all."
"I lately gave four beautiful carrier pigeons to the Vrouw Jaqueline, and if she will consent to make them over to you, you can carry them with you, and by their means inform us what progress the Prince is making in his plans for our relief. Do you consent to give up your pets, Vrouw Jaqueline?" "Most willingly," she answered, "if Captain Van der Elst will undertake the charge of the birds."
At length, when all the tale was told, the lawyer looked at me with his sharp eyes and said, through the interpreter: "Vrouw Botmar, you have heard the story, tell us what you know. Is the young man who lives with you he whom we seek?" Now I thought for a second, though that second seemed like a year. All doubt had left me, there was no room for it.
Grandmother gave them each a thin slice of honey cake and a bun; and Vrouw Vedder spread some of the butter on the buns and oh, how good they were! "Some for a honey cake, And some for a bun," sang Kat. It didn't take the Twins long to finish them. When they had drunk their tea, Grandmother brought out her knitting, and Mother Vedder began to spin.
It was after ten o'clock that night when a woman, wrapped in a rough frieze coat, knocked at the door of the house in the Bree Straat and asked for the Vrouw van Goorl. "My mistress lies between life and death with the plague," answered the servant. "Get you gone from this pest-house, whoever you are." "I do not fear the plague," said the visitor. "Is the Jufvrouw Elsa Brant still up?
The carriage drew up; it was a strange-looking vehicle, in shape something between a hearse and an ark on wheels, but with the greater part of the sides open to the air. Vrouw Snieder and her two daughters were already within, with their bow-trimmed umbrellas, sunshades, mackintoshes, shawls and basket.
"He can scarcely be dead; let me look at him, I am something of a doctor," and he knelt by the senseless and bleeding Adrian to examine him. "Take comfort, Vrouw van Goorl," he said presently, "your son is not dead, for his heart beats, nor has his friend Martin injured him in any way by the exercise of his strength, but I think that in his fury he has burst a blood-vessel, for he bleeds fast.
You know how I thought about Vrouw Van der Kloot's cakes. But I can't think how I can mind twice at one time." "I don't suppose you can," said Kat. "But anyway, I'm sorry about my dress." Just then Vrouw Vedder called them to come and eat their breakfast. Father and Mother Vedder sat down at the little round table and bowed their heads. Kit and Kat stood up.
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