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She was bound from Flanders to Lisbon with a freight extraordinary rich as I know after a fashion by my own eyesight, as well as from the inventory drawn up by Master Francis Porson, an Englishman, travelling on board of her as the King of Portugal's factor. I have a copy of it by me as I write, and here are some of Master Porson's items:
Porson's hand was fingering one of the guns in his pocket. His eyes were snapping. "Curse 'em," he cried at last. "I just don't get it. They're goin' slow." He pushed his empty glass at the suttler who promptly re-filled it. "Young Pete Cust," Abe went on confidentially, "handed me a good guess only this mornin'. He'd had his sixth Rye before startin' out to work.
Porson's bowling as from that at the other end; for the master did not wish to discourage them, and for a few overs after each batsman came to the wicket aimed well off it so as to give them a chance of scoring. The last wicket fell for the respectable score of fifty-four. The junior eleven then went in, the master not going in until the last. Only twenty runs had been made when he took the bat.
Now, although the monetary transactions between them had been many, as luck would have it entirely without his own design they chanced in the main to have turned to his, Porson's, advantage.
His curiosity having been fired by Porson's account of the new arrival, he turned aside with the idea of discussing nocturnal art. Mr. Watkins was mixing color with an air of great industry. Sant, approaching more nearly, was surprised to see the color in question was as harsh and brilliant an emerald green as it is possible to imagine.
The bigoted advocate of popes and monks may be turned over even to the bigots of Oxford; and the wretched Travis still smarts under the lash of the merciless Porson. I consider Mr. Porson's answer to Archdeacon Travis as the most acute and accurate piece of criticism which has appeared since the days of Bentley.
"Mercator tantum," replied he, snapping his fingers, and to my great joy; for any violence might have spoiled the story agreed on between us that is, between Mr. Saint Aubyn, Mr. Godolphin, and me who acted as deputy for my Master. This story of ours, albeit less honest, had more colour of the truth than Master Porson's hearsay. It ran that Mr.
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