Cerise: A Tale of the Last CenturyWhyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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Cerise: A Tale of the Last Century
Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
Historical fiction
It was about this moment that Célandine, rushing into her young lady’s
room to comfort her, in the alarm, found Cerise extended, motionless and
unconscious, on the floor.
CHAPTER XXI
THE FOX AND FIDDLE
Three dirty children with blue eyes, fair locks, and round, chubby
faces, deepened by a warm peach-like tint beneath the skin, such as are
to be seen in plenty along our southern seaboard, were busily engaged
building a grotto of shells opposite their home, at the exact spot where
its construction was most in the way of pedestrians passing through
the narrow ill-paved street. Their shrill cries and blooming looks
denoted the salubrious influence of sea air, while their nationality was
sufficiently attested by the vigour with which the eldest, a young lady
less than ten years of age, called out “Frenchie! Frenchie! Froggie!
Froggie!” after a foreign-looking man with a pale face and dark eyes,
who stepped over the low half-door that restrained her infant brothers
and sisters from rolling out into the gutter, as if he was habitually
a resident in the house. He appeared, indeed, a favourite with the
children, for while they recalled him to assist their labours, which he
did with a good-nature and address peculiarly winning to architects of
that age, they chanted in his praise, and obviously with the intention
of doing him high honour, a ditty of no particular tune, detailing the
matrimonial adventures of an amphibious animal, supposed in the last
century to bear close affinity to all Frenchmen, as related with a
remarkable chorus by one Anthony Rowley; and the obliging foreigner,
suspecting neither sarcasm nor insult, but only suffering torture from an
utter absence of tune, hummed lustily in accompaniment.
Over the heads of these urchins hung their paternal sign-board, creaking
and swinging in the breeze now freshening with an incoming tide. Its
representation of a fox playing the fiddle was familiar to seafaring men
as indicating a favourite house of call for the consumption of beer,
tobacco, and that seductive compound known to several generations by the
popular name of punch.
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