Gilbert Parker

Gilbert Parker

Summary

Portrait of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker Michel and Angele — Chapter 6 (1900)

Buonespoir was as much a champion in his way as Lemprière of Rozel. They were of like kidney, though so far apart in rank. Had Lemprière been born as low and as poor as Buonespoir, he would have been a pirate too, no doubt; and had Buonespoir been born as high as the Seigneur, he would have carried himself with the same rough sense of honor, with as ripe a vanity, have been as naïve, as sincere, as true to the real heart of man untaught in the dissimulation of modesty or reserve. When they shook hands across the trencher of spiced veal, it was as man shakes hand with man, not man with master.
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Portrait of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker Michel and Angele — Chapter 6 (1900)

VI MICHEL DE LA FORÊT was gone to England. From the dusk of the trees by the little chapel of Rozel, Angèle had watched him go forth in the charge of the Governor's men-at-arms. She had not sought to make her presence known to de la Forêt: she had seen him—that was comfort to her heart; and she would not mar the holy memory of the farewell of a few hours before by another adieu before these strange soldiers of the Queen of England.
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Portrait of Gilbert Parker Gilbert Parker Michel and Angele — Chapter 6 (1900)

Lemprière seized a flagon, drew it forth, looked closely at it, then burst into laughter, and spluttered, "St. Ouen's Muscadella, or I'm no butler to the Queen!"
Seizing Buonespoir by the shoulders, he forced him down upon a bench at the table, and pushed the trencher of spiced meat against his chest. "Eat, my noble lord of the sea and Master of the Cellar!" he gurgled out, and tipping the flagon of Muscadella, took a long draught. "God a mercy—but it has saved my life," he gasped in satisfaction as he lay back in his great chair, and put his feet on the bench whereon Buonespoir sat.
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