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If only a Renneberg or Brederode had been in my place just now, how quickly Wibisma's sword would have flown from its sheath, for he understands how to fight and is no coward.
News of Louis of Nassau's defeat had spread quickly through all the eighteen wards of the city, and each wanted to learn farther particulars, express his grief and fears to those who held the same views, and hear what measures the council intended to adopt for the immediate future. Two messengers had only too thoroughly confirmed Baron Matanesse Van Wibisma's communication.
After the musician had left the burgomaster's house, he went to young Herr Matanesse Van Wibisma's aunt to get his cloak, which had not been returned to him. He did not usually give much heed to his dress, yet he was glad that the rain kept people in the house, for the outgrown wrap on his shoulders was by no means pleasing in appearance.
"It's my scholar's cloak; I put my other on young Wibisma's shoulders yesterday." "The Spanish green-finch?" "I told you about the boys' brawl." "Yes, yes. And the monkey kept your cloak?" "You came for me and wouldn't wait. They probably sent it back soon after our departure." "And their lordships expect thanks because the young nobleman accepted it!" "No, no; the baron expressed his gratitude."
"It's my scholar's cloak; I put my other on young Wibisma's shoulders yesterday." "The Spanish green-finch?" "I told you about the boys' brawl." "Yes, yes. And the monkey kept your cloak?" "You came for me and wouldn't wait. They probably sent it back soon after our departure." "And their lordships expect thanks because the young nobleman accepted it!" "No, no; the baron expressed his gratitude."
News of Louis of Nassau's defeat had spread quickly through all the eighteen wards of the city, and each wanted to learn farther particulars, express his grief and fears to those who held the same views, and hear what measures the council intended to adopt for the immediate future. Two messengers had only too thoroughly confirmed Baron Matanesse Van Wibisma's communication.
After the musician had left the burgomaster's house, he went to young Herr Matanesse Van Wibisma's aunt to get his cloak, which had not been returned to him. He did not usually give much heed to his dress, yet he was glad that the rain kept people in the house, for the outgrown wrap on his shoulders was by no means pleasing in appearance.
Both were exchanging affectionate farewells with a young girl, whose voice sounded deeper than the halfgrown boy's. As the older gentleman thrust his hand through the roan's mane and was already lifting his foot to put it in the stirrup, the young girl, who had remained in the entry, came out into the street, laid her hand on Wibisma's arm, and said: "One word more, uncle, but to you alone."
Come, little Glipper, begin." Nicolas could contain himself no longer, but shouted furiously to the laughing throng: "Cowardly rabble!" Scarcely had the words been uttered, when Paul Van Swieten raised his grammar, bound in hog-skin, and hurled it at Wibisma's breast. Other books followed, amid loud outcries, striking him on the legs and shoulders.
If only a Renneberg or Brederode had been in my place just now, how quickly Wibisma's sword would have flown from its sheath, for he understands how to fight and is no coward.
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