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What's your pay, mounseer? a tenth, of course. Little enough too for looking after the souls of such a set of damned rascals. Well mounseer, vous etes prisonnier, without benefit of clergy; so hop into that boat. Why, confound it, here's another!" continued Jerry, as a second made his appearance. "He's the clerk, of course, as he follows the parson. Come, Mont' Arrivo Jack!
The frigate is unmanageable at present, and will continue so until they can get some sort of a jury-mast rigged for'ard; so we will fill on the schooner, and make a stretch to windward until we can get into a raking position, then drop down upon mounseer, and see what we can do with him. But it is a risky business; a lucky shot may cripple us at any moment, and we should then be done for.
Buck yanked away another spoke in his vehemence. "Don't you lie to me," he bawled. "There wasn't telegraphs and telephones and railroads handy in them days, so that I could stop you or catch you, but I didn't need any telegraphs to tell me she had gone away with handsome Mounseer Hercules, of the curly hair." He snorted the sobriquet with bitter spite.
For look ye, ye lubbers, it would be strange if a man who has been buen' camarada with the Spaniard, and guter Gesell with the Dutchman, and parleywood with Mounseer, and made the weight of his ship in gold for his owners, out of these here salvages, shouldn't be able to speak their gibberish. It's not so hard after all, do ye see, when one gets the weather guage of it.
The queen was forty-six, and Mounseer, as the English called him, twenty-three; and while she was coaxing herself to say the most fatal yes that ever woman said when Burleigh, Leicester, Walsingham, all the safe, sound, conservative old gentlemen and counsellors were just ceasing to dissuade her Philip Sidney, a youth of twenty-five, who knew that he had a country as well as a queen, that the hope of that country lay in the triumph of Protestantism, and that to marry Mounseer was to abandon that hope, and for the time betray mankind Philip Sidney, a youth who did not believe that he could write gravely of sober things because he had written gayly of ladies' eyebrows, knowing as the true-hearted gentleman always knows that to-day it may be a man's turn to sit at a desk in an office, or bend over a book in college, or fashion a horseshoe at the forge, or toss flowers to some beauty at her window, and to-morrow to stand firm against a cruel church or a despotic court, a brutal snob or an ignorant public opinion this youth, this immortal gentleman, wrote the letter which dissuaded her from the marriage, and which was as noble a triumph for Protestantism and human liberty as the defeat of the Spanish Armada.
Parson's voice raised, but drowned by the laughter of his adversaries and the firm, clear tone of Captain Barnabas. "Three to our score! game!" "No help for it; Harry, deal for me. Whom ought I to ask, Mrs. Dale?" MRS. DALE. "My dear sir, I beg a thousand pardons, but listeners you know the proverb." "I hear nothing but proverbs ever since we had that Mounseer among us.
"Yes, I would," answered Charley; "and let me tell you that if a hair of her head has been injured, you will all have to pay dearly for it." "Vary well, vary well," said the Frenchman, still mocking at Charley; "Ve vill take you wid us, eh?" "Come, enough of this, mounseer," growled out the other man, who was only then recovering from the effects of the iron grip Tom had taken of his throat.
The place seems well kept. What do you call poor, Mr. Bruce?" The farmer laughed. "Well, that's a home question, sir. But I believe the mounseer is as poor as a man can be who makes no debts and does not actually starve." "As poor as my father?" asked Randal, openly and abruptly. "Lord, sir! your father be a very rich man compared to him."
"On the contrary," mildly pursued Hanger, sipping his grog, and nicely balancing it with sugar to his taste "on the contrary, my good sir, she says he is a brave fellow what she calls a brave garçon." "Doesn't know him then, Mounseer Glendore! I wonder how many disguises he has worn in his life how many women he has trapped and ruined! Ask her how long he has been here?"
Straker craned his head to look out at the church, then at the low stone wall, as if he expected to see the songsters performing on a stage before a row of footlights. He turned back to Mr. Hand. "That's right, is it? You worked for the slippery Mounseer?" "Uh-m," Hand grumbled, with a screw in his mouth. "Something like that." "What'd you do?" "I've found where she was wrenched in the turn-over.
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