Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment
looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout
—haw! haw!"
"If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master,
joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain;
but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and
assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. It’s Italian. Immediately the soldiers of the
major will come from the gate. Give him his medicine
every half hour. . He returned her
to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. All my personal effects to be left in charge of the
nearest American Consulate. What of it?”
There was a shout of laughter.
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