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And so it came to pass that Priscilla Molines, moaning in her feverish unrest, felt a moist linen laid upon her brow and a cup held to her parched lips. "Petite maman!" murmured she, and with those moistened lips kissed the hand that held the cup. Standish sadly smiled a little, and passed on to the next bed where lay Desire Minter, not so ill, but far more requiring than Priscilla.
Just come along with me." Elizabeth struck in. "Just a moment, Terence. There's Mr. Gainor, and he's been asking to see you. You can take the sheriff out to see El Sangre later. Besides, half a dozen people want to talk to the sheriff, and you mustn't monopolize him. Miss Wickson begged me to get her a chance to talk to you the real Sheriff Minter. Do you mind?" "Pshaw," said the sheriff.
The boys are stirring a little. But I think it'll be all words and no action. Four-flushers, most of 'em. Besides, they say you bumped old Minter for a goal; and they don't like the idea of messing up with you. They'll just talk. If they try anything besides their talk well, you and me can fix 'em!"
There are boys enow coming on for them, and as for thee, why man, thou 'rt five-and-twenty, art not?" "Seven-and-twenty, sir. But all this is beside the matter. If my dear mistress asks me to marry Desire Minter as a comfort to her, I will do it to-day." "I thank thee heartily, John."
Tell me rather what didst mean by the loving-cup thou sendst me? May I take it sooth and truly as relenting on thy part?" "I send you a loving-cup, sir!" exclaimed the girl, her eyes flashing, and her color rising. "Yes. Call it by what name you will; I mean the cup Desire Minter brought me from thee, with a message that I should drink thy health."
At "Flowers" they were chased by four French men-of-war. Again Chambers, Minter, and Digby importuned Smith to yield, and upon the consideration that he could speak French, and that they were Protestants of Rochelle and had the King's commission to take Spaniards, Portuguese, and pirates, Smith, with some of his company, went on board one of the French ships.
"Sauce for birds is not sauce for boiled beef," replied Priscilla, her artistic taste shocked not a little; "but if thou 'lt be good, I'll toss thee up a dainty bit for thyself." "And me, too!" exclaimed Desire Minter, who had just come in at the door. "And thee, too," echoed Priscilla.
After my father's death a large and very animated and solidly built uncle in tweeds from Staffordshire, Uncle Minter, my mother's sister's husband, with a remarkable accent and remarkable vowel sounds, who had plunged into the Bromstead home once or twice for the night but who was otherwise unknown to me, came on the scene, sold off the three gaunt houses with the utmost gusto, invested the proceeds and my father's life insurance money, and got us into a small villa at Penge within sight of that immense facade of glass and iron, the Crystal Palace.
And when Giles Hopkins presently appeared he sent him to crave the presence of Captain Standish when he should have finished his noon-meat. The Captain came at once, and after a few friendly words the governor calmly inquired, "Dost wish to wed with Desire Minter, Myles?" "Desire Minter! Has thy fever come back and turned thy brain, Bradford?" "Nay, but wilt thou wed with her?"
But Denver, alias Shorty, alias Pete, merely laughed. "Come in nothing, you fool! Joe, you're about half a second from hell, and so's a couple more of you. D'you know who the kid is? Eh? I'll tell you, boys. It's the kid that dropped old Minter. It's the kid that beat foxy Joe Minter to the draw. It's young Hollis. Why, you damned blind men, look at his face! It's the son of Black Jack.
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