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what is before you. What is that, Mirette?"
"Madame, the roe of fish fried in pigeon's fat."
"Which is not equal to the fat of quail," says the captain, "but it must have the juice of a lemon while it is warm."
"See what a glutton! Ah! but my future spouse, I had forgotten him. Pour me some wine, Mirette."
The filibuster, corsair as he is, forestalls the mulattress and pours out some iced sherry for Angela.
"It must be that I love you, to drink this, I who prefer the wines of France." And Blue Beard drinks resolutely three drops of the sherry, which puts fresh life into her lips and blue eyes and tinged her cheeks a carmine hue.
"But to return to my future spouse. How is he? Is he agreeable? Is he worthy to join the others?"
Mirette, in spite of her passive submission, cannot prevent a tremor in hearing her mistress speak thus, although the poor slave must be accustomed to these atrocious pleasantries, and doubtless many greater enormities.
"What ails you, Mirette?"
"Nothing, mistress."
"If you are unwell——"
"No, mistress."
"You would be sorry to see me marry again? I shall not do so for a long time. Go, child." Then, addressing Captain Hurricane, "And the Chevalier de—de—what did you say was his name?"
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