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and we suppose he has landed under the Ambassador ' s , and gone * up there . So I ' ve sent the police-officer , and Darkle with hini , to remonstrate with the Ambassador , and show him that it ' s against the laws and customs of the country to pirate slaves—ah , ha ! " and here the old gentleman rubbed his hands , and laughed with a savage sort of enjoyment .
During this conversation , I had got out of the bath , and was dressing . " But if the Ambassador denies his being there , what shall you do ? " asked the son . " You have no search-warrant . " " No ; but Darkle knows some of the servants there , from whom he has got information about the slave-trade ; and he'll find out from
them whether this jewel is really lying there or not . " " Well , I can tell you , " said the son , seeing me at this moment emerge from the shrubs that shaded the bath , and come towards them , " that he is not at the Ambassador ' s . " " Where is he , then ? " demanded the father , with a suddenness of expression that could only belong to a passionate man .
" Here ! " replied the son . " Permit me to introduce you to Mr . Waltham . " The father looked at me without speaking for some moments . Gradually , he seemed to swell in every part , as if inward rage was inflating him , blown into Mm , like air into a football . In a few minutes-he exploded . Such a torrent of Portuguese proceeded from
his mouth , that one might be pardoned for supposing that all the letters of the alphabet had gone mad in concert "I never Answered , " for the best of all reasons , as I did not know what was said against me . The son winked at me quietly , and we both waited till the father ' s breath was gone , when he seemed thin after our recollection of the puffed up condition of his body at the commencement of his discourse . This was truly what Juvenal describes , as
"Sermo Prornptus , et Isseo torrentior ;" but theingenium velox was not a portion of this father ' s properties . He was apparently condensing himself anew for another discharge , when he heard footsteps and voices , one of which I at once recognized as belonging to Mr . Darkle , while the other , soft and silky , but
possessing all the lurking domination of a tyrant , was evidently the voice of the police-officer , whom I had maltreated yesterday . Here was a very pretty tableau . Imagine an angy parent , puffing himself up , his mouth open , his eyes dilated , the clerk standing in front with an air of heroism , Mr . Darkle , like an upright trader , ready to
denounce anything that approached towards dishonesty ; the policeofficer , with his head bound up , and an air of deference to the company , mixed with hauteur towards me , and behind us a huge cinnamon-tree launching itself down from the summit of a barren rock , and spreading its arms over our heads , like an eagle about to swoop upon its prey . ( To be continued . )
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and we suppose he has landed under the Ambassador ' s , and gone * up there . So I ' ve sent the police-officer , and Darkle with hini , to remonstrate with the Ambassador , and show him that it ' s against the laws and customs of the country to pirate slaves—ah , ha ! " and here the old gentleman rubbed his hands , and laughed with a savage sort of enjoyment .
During this conversation , I had got out of the bath , and was dressing . " But if the Ambassador denies his being there , what shall you do ? " asked the son . " You have no search-warrant . " " No ; but Darkle knows some of the servants there , from whom he has got information about the slave-trade ; and he'll find out from
them whether this jewel is really lying there or not . " " Well , I can tell you , " said the son , seeing me at this moment emerge from the shrubs that shaded the bath , and come towards them , " that he is not at the Ambassador ' s . " " Where is he , then ? " demanded the father , with a suddenness of expression that could only belong to a passionate man .
" Here ! " replied the son . " Permit me to introduce you to Mr . Waltham . " The father looked at me without speaking for some moments . Gradually , he seemed to swell in every part , as if inward rage was inflating him , blown into Mm , like air into a football . In a few minutes-he exploded . Such a torrent of Portuguese proceeded from
his mouth , that one might be pardoned for supposing that all the letters of the alphabet had gone mad in concert "I never Answered , " for the best of all reasons , as I did not know what was said against me . The son winked at me quietly , and we both waited till the father ' s breath was gone , when he seemed thin after our recollection of the puffed up condition of his body at the commencement of his discourse . This was truly what Juvenal describes , as
"Sermo Prornptus , et Isseo torrentior ;" but theingenium velox was not a portion of this father ' s properties . He was apparently condensing himself anew for another discharge , when he heard footsteps and voices , one of which I at once recognized as belonging to Mr . Darkle , while the other , soft and silky , but
possessing all the lurking domination of a tyrant , was evidently the voice of the police-officer , whom I had maltreated yesterday . Here was a very pretty tableau . Imagine an angy parent , puffing himself up , his mouth open , his eyes dilated , the clerk standing in front with an air of heroism , Mr . Darkle , like an upright trader , ready to
denounce anything that approached towards dishonesty ; the policeofficer , with his head bound up , and an air of deference to the company , mixed with hauteur towards me , and behind us a huge cinnamon-tree launching itself down from the summit of a barren rock , and spreading its arms over our heads , like an eagle about to swoop upon its prey . ( To be continued . )