It was about the twenty-third hour last evening--a lugger, and we all said she must be French by her wicked looks." "Raoul!" said Ghita, as if reproaching him for an indiscretion.
"This is the true way to befog them," answered the young man; "they have certainly heard of us; and by seeming to tell a little truth frankly it will give me an opportunity of telling more untruth." "Ah, Raoul, it is a sad life that renders untruths necessary!" "It is the art of war, dearest; without it we should soon be outwitted by these knaves of English.

Si--si, S'nori; we all said just that concerning her looks and rig." "Will you sheer your boat alongside, friend," inquired Griffin, "and come on board of us?
We have a ducat here that wants an owner; I fancy it will fit your pocket as well as another's.

We will haul you ahead, abreast of the gangway." "Oh, Raoul, do not think of this rash act!" whispered Ghita; "the vice-governatore or the podesta will recollect you; and then all will be lost!" "Fear nothing, Ghita--a good cause and a keen wit will carry me through; while the least hesitation might, indeed, ruin us.

These English first ask, and then take without asking, if you tell them no.

Corpo di Bacco! who ever heard, either, of a lazzarone's refusing a ducat!" Raoul then whispered a few words to Ithuel, when, the boat being by this time far enough ahead, he gave it a sheer alongside of the ship, seized a man-rope, and went up the cleets as actively as a cat.