"Not a syllable!" answered the carpenter, angrily. Just this? Parbleu, did he think this was enough? She did not wish to marry him—at least, not just because he was an Englishman. The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. The man muttered something inaudible, and gathered up the reins. “It’s the spring,” he said. "Friends!" echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. He was keen to get to work, but the inspiration would not come.
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