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Early next morning Pendennis's shutters were opened by Morgan, who appeared as usual, with a face perfectly grave and respectful, bearing with him the old gentleman's clothes, cans of water, and elaborate toilet requisites. "It's you, is it?" said the old fellow from his bed. "I shan't take you back again, you understand." "I ave not the least wish to be took back agin, Major Pendennis," Mr.
'Monsieur Saint John, whence come you? 'I come from Ave Salus. 'You have not seen the good God; where is he? 'He is on the tree of the Cross, his feet hanging, his hands nailed, a little cap of white thorns on his head. Whoever shall say this thrice at eventide, thrice in the morning, shall win paradise at the last."
"Oh! murdher, what'll I do?" thought Andy to himself: "sure I heerd often, if once you were within the sound of their voices, you could never get out o' their power. Oh! if I could only say a pather and ave, but I forget my prayers with the fright. Hail, Mary!
Vittorio, too, stood with his eyes fixed upon the benignant face, and perhaps an ave in his heart if not on his lips. Presently Pauline said, softly: "You were right." "I was sure you would think so. It's only once in a while that one knows exactly what is good for one; but then, one knows!" "Did you ever notice the inscription on the pedestal?" he asked, after a moment.
There is no doubt that with them 'ere chalks and a nice smooth stone that Raphael I 'ave been to the National Gallery and 'ave studied 'is work, and werry fine some of it is, although I don't altogether hold but that's another matter. What was I a-saying of? I remember, that with them 'ere chalks, and a nice smooth stone, there's no reason why a masterpiece shouldn't be done.
He held a large, semi-circular piece of iron in his hand. "Is that what they took out o' yer arm?" said one of the infantrymen. "Yes decent bit, isn't it!" "Gorblimy, I wish I could 'ave a bit like that, in me knee or somewhere, to lay me up for months." His comrade added in a voice full of hopeless longing: "I wish I were in his shoes. Anything to keep out of that hell up the line!"
"Ave," said I, contriving to keep my voice even, although my hands were busy with the bars as I spake. "Ave ye do wrong to spite me thus. Know ye not that I am the emperor, and that these bars cannot stand before me? I warn ye, if I must call my men to help me, and to witness my shame, it will go hard with ye! Better that ye should come willingly. Ye are not for such as Edam."
He recited with shamefaced rapidity: "It is my sentry-go to-night, And when I watch the moon so bright, Shining o'er South Africa plain, I'll think of thee, sweet Greta Du Taine." Her eyes were full of awe and wonder. "Lor! you don't mean to say you made up that by yourself?" The poet nodded. "Reckon about as much. Like it?" "It's perfect lovely! Better than they 'ave in the penny books."
After the amateur speechmaking and concert pieces an Italian violinist, who had thrown over a lucrative contract to become a soldier, played exquisitely; and one of the French sisters we had seen walking the deck with the mincing steps of the cloister sang; somewhat precariously and pathetically, the Ave Maria.
Burge listened for the fraction of a second. "Nonsense," he said huskily. "I heard them talking," said the other recklessly. "Let's go down and call the police." "Call 'em from the winder," said Brother Burge, backing with some haste, "they might 'ave pistols or something, and they're ugly customers when they're disturbed." He stood with strained face listening.
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