The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish MainAimard, Gustave
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The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish Main
Aimard, Gustave
Buccaneers -- Fiction
"Still, master," Dame Tiphaine ventured--who possessed a certain amount
of credit in the house, in the first place, as legitimate spouse of the
landlord himself, and then, again, through sundry very marked traits of
character--"with all the respect I owe you, it seems to me--"
"With all the respect I owe you," he exclaimed, stamping his foot
passionately, "you're a fool, my good creature, obey my orders, and do
not trouble me further!"
Dame Tiphaine comprehended that her lord and master was not in a
humour that evening for being contradicted. Like a prudent woman, she
bowed her head and withdrew, reserving to herself the right of taking
a startling revenge at a future date for the sharp reprimand she had
received.
Doubtless satisfied with his display of authority, Master Pivois, after
taking a triumphant glance at his subordinates, who were surprised at
this unusual act of vigour, though they did not dare show it, walked
toward a door that led into the garden; but at the moment when he laid
his hand on the key, this door, vigorously thrust from the outside,
opened right in the face of the startled landlord, who tottered back to
the middle of the room, and a man entered the kitchen.
"At last!" the stranger said, joyously, as he threw his plumed hat on
a table and took off his cloak. "By heaven! I almost found myself in a
desert."
And before mine host, who was growing more and more astounded at
his cool behaviour, had the time to oppose it, he took a chair, and
comfortably installed himself in the chimney corner.
The newcomer appeared to be not more than twenty-five years of age;
long black curls fell in disorder on his shoulders; his marked features
were noble and intelligent; his black eyes, full of fire, announced
courage, and the habit of commanding; his countenance had a certain
stamp of grandeur, tempered by the cordial smile that played round
his wide mouth, full of brilliantly white teeth; his red, and rather
swollen lips, were adorned, according to the fashion of the day, with
a most carefully waxed moustache, while his square chin, indicative of
obstinacy, was covered by a long royale.
His dress, while not rich, was, however, becoming--cut with taste,
and affected a certain military air, which was rendered more marked
by the brace of pistols the stranger carried in his belt, and the long
iron-handled sword that hung at his side.
Altogether, his lofty stature, and muscular, well-developed person,
and the air of audacity spread all over him, rendered him one of those
men, the breed of whom was so common at the period, and who at the
first glance contrived to claim from people with whom accident brought
them in contact that respect to which, whether justly or unjustly, they
believed they had a right.
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