Along the high-road,
The brigand’s abode,—
With a thrust and a blow;
Drive back the Dragoons—the Viscount’s laid low!” ...
“Dear heavens above us!” moaned Wouter’s mother, “what in the world has this Viscount done to him?”
“For the spoil”—
“Look at that now,—for the spoil!” said Juffrouw Laps, “I always say,—they begin with a Bible, and then——”
“And the spoil
Is my bride.”
“Did ever any one hear the like?—his bride! Why, the boy’s only just cutting his second set of teeth!”