The Sea-Hawk by Rafael Sabatini
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and he dressed with all the care of a Court-gallant.
"Has that whelp Godolphin been to visit you?" he asked as he entered. "Aye," growled Sir Oliver. "He came to tell me some things and to hear some others in return." "Ha. I passed him just beyond the gates, and he was deaf to my greeting. 'Tis a most cursed insufferable pup." "Art a judge of men, Lal." Sir Oliver stood up booted. "I am for Arwenack to exchange a compliment or two with Sir John." His tight-pressed lips and resolute air supplemented his words so well that Lionel clutched his arm. "You're not...you're not ...?" "I am." And affectionately, as if to soothe the lad's obvious alarm, he patted his brother's shoulder. "Sir John," he explained, "talks too much. 'Tis a fault that wants correcting. I go to teach him the virtue of silence." "There will be trouble, Oliver." "So there will--for him. If a man must be saying of me that I am a pirate, a slave-dealer, a murderer, and Heaven knows what else, he must be ready for the consequences. But you are late, Lal. Where have you been?" |
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