Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)Grant, James
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Philip Rollo; or, the Scottish Musketeers, Vol. 1 (of 2)
Grant, James
Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
"When we advance into central Germany, you will find yourself among a
race very different from the _brave and faithful_ Holsteiners; so I
would pray you all to beware, gentlemen."
"Some devil must have led me to her room at first," I muttered,
thinking of my losses and debts.
"Nay, she had seen you looking about for our room, and, leaving the
door of her own open, had thrown herself down on the sofa in a
graceful attitude, pretending to be asleep; that you might enter, see
and admire her, for the cunning fairy knows her own power."
"Ah--just so!" said Major Fritz; "and did she not propose to take
care of your money after she had won it; give you a quotation from
Euripides, and rail at matrimony in the most charming manner, saying
she was only formed for love, for light, for music--to be a bird, a
butterfly, and all that?"
"Never mind, Rollo," said M'Alpine; "thou seest that the same
pretended innocence which bewitched thee hath beguiled others."
"But this escapade has left me penniless, and I am indebted the sum
of twenty-five dollars to a Jew in the Platz; and the knowledge that
I cannot pay it--even by this gold chain--stings me to the soul."
"It shall never be said that a brother soldier lacked money while
Karl of Klosterfiord has a skilling to spare," replied the pistolier,
placing his purse in my hand; "here are four doubloons, more than the
sum required. If ever you can pay me, it will be well; if not, 'tis
no matter. Money among gentlemen and soldiers, should be as a common
stock. If my comrade is an extravagant dog--like Fritz here--I
assist him to-day, and he assists me to-morrow. 'Tis the rule of the
camp," he added laughing, as he filled up all our glasses.
"Oh, Herr Baron!" I began----
"No thanks," said he, nursing his short brown mustache; "no thanks,
or positively I shall be angry. Among merchants a man always loses a
friend when money is lent; among soldiers, he always gains one. But
I am astonished that you could have been so duped by a dancer--a
damsel who exhibits herself in such a captivating undress to any
rascal who pays a slet-dollar at the door; and more especially by
this señora Prudentia, whose brother is known to be the greatest
ruffian in continental Europe; and who is as famous for his
villanies, as the señora is for her conquests. You all know who I
mean--Bandolo, the Bravo."
We all--except Fritz--said that we had not the pleasure of his
acquaintance.
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