A Set of Rogues

?or Don Sanchez del Castillo de Caste

drawer coming across from the inn told me that a gentleman in the Cherry room would have us come to him. I gave him a civil answer and carried this message to my friends. Moll, who had staunched her

no worse within doors than without, so let u

awing from the oven, filled the air with delicious odours that nearly drove us mad for envy; and to think that these good things were to tempt the appetite of some one who never hungered, while we, famishing for want, had not even a crust to appease our cravings! But it was some comfort to plunge our blue, numbed fingers into a tub of hot water and feel the life blood creeping back into our hearts. The paint we had put on our cheeks the night before was streaked all over our faces by the snow, so that we did look the veriest scarecrows imaginable; but after washing our h

he makes a pretence of building up the fire, being warned thereto

iend?" I whispered, my mind turning at

Tis that outlandish and uncommon. But fo

s the more striking by reason of his beard and moustachios being quite black, while the hair on his head was white as silver. He had dark brows also, that overhung very rich black eyes; his nose was long and hooked, and his skin, which was of a very dark complexion, was closely lined with wrinkles about the eyes, while a deep furrow lay betwixt his brows. He carried his head very high, and was majestic and gracious in all his movements, not one of

to us, he said: "I had the pleasure of seeing you act last night, and dance," he adds with a slight inclinatio

an angel asked me to step into heaven; bu

your worship for taking pity on us, for I

but she had the good manners to restrain herself. Then his worship (as we called him), having shown us the chairs on either side, seated himself last of all, at the head of the table, facing our Moll, whom whenever he might without discourtesy, he regarded with most s

t, or I must think 'twill all fade awa

would pardon us if our manners were more uncou

l like us none the worse, I warrant,

worshipped on both hand

hez del Castillo de Castela?a." And then to turn

piece of generosity," replies Dawson, with his cheek full of pasty, "f

s if such trifles were nought to him; but indee

e cigarros, but we, not understanding them, took instead our homely pipes, and each with a beaker of hot wine to his hand sat roasting before the fire, scarce saying a word, the Don being silent because his humour was of the reflective grave kind (with all his courtesies he never smiled, as if such demonstrations were unbecoming to his dignity), and we from repletion and a feeling of wondrous contentment and repose. And another thing served t

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er eyes. She was not amiss for looks thus, with her long eyelashes lying like a fringe upon her cheeks, her lips open, showing her good white teeth, and the

eyes from Moll's face, lifts his pipe upwards, while his big thick lips fell a-tr

in the same quiet tone; and Jack shakes his

ly

nother pause

ll becom

eeming surprised by the question, which appeared a strange one, he answer

him some account of my history, whereupon I briefly told him how three years ago Jack Dawson had lifted me out of the mire, and how since then we had lived in brotherhoo

ck Dawson

low,--what of him?"

oined fortunes with us to get out of London and escape the Plague,

y the Lord, if I clap eyes on him, though it be a score of years

bout her with an air of wonder, smiles as her eye fell on the Don. Whereon, still as solemn as any judge, he pulls the bell, and the maid, coming to the room wi

me another according to her wont, and

g it, he lifts it to his lips and kisses it a

another half-hour of comfort, stretch our legs out afresh before the fire. Then Don Sanchez, lighting anot

rt of this business and und