Book Excerpt: ... I hurried forward, but he had struggled up unaided, and stood swaying with one hand on the table and the other on the back of his chair. In vain did I remonstrate with him that already he had drunk overmuch."'T is a lie!" he shouted. "May not a gentleman sit upon the floor from choice?"To emphasise his protestation he imprudently withdrew his hand from the chair and struck at the air with his open palm. That gesture cost him his balance. He staggered, toppled backward, and clutched madly at the tablecloth as he fell, dragging glasses, bottles, dishes, tapers, and a score of other things besides, with a deafening crash on to the floor.Then, as I stood aghast and alarmed, wondering who might have overheard the thunder of his fall, the fool sat up amidst the ruins, and filled the room with his shrieks of drunken laughter."Silence, boy!" I thundered, springing towards him. "Silence! or we shall have the whole house about our ears."...
Andrea de Mancini sprawled, ingloriously drunk, upon the floor. His legs were thrust under the table, and his head rested against the chair from which he had slipped; his long black hair was tossed and dishevelled; his handsome, boyish face flushed and garbed in the vacant expression of idiocy. "I beg a thousand pardons, M. de Luynes," quoth he in the thick, monotonous voice of a man whose brain but ill controls his tongue, -"I beg a thousand pardons for the unseemly poverty of our repast. 'T is no fault of mine. My Lord Cardinal keeps a most unworthy table for me. Faugh! Uncle Giulio is a Hebrew-if not by birth, by instinct. He carries his purse-strings in a knot which it would break his heart to unfasten. But there! some day my Lord Cardinal will go to heaven-to the lap of Abraham. I shall be rich then, vastly rich, and I shall bid you to a banquet worthy of your most noble blood. The Cardinal's health-perdition have him for the niggardliest rogue unhung!" I pushed back my chair and rose. The conversation was taking a turn that was too unhealthy to be pursued within the walls of the Palais Mazarin, where there existed, albeit the law books made no reference to it, the heinous crime of lese-Eminence-a crime for which more men had been broken than it pleases me to dwell on. "Your table, Master Andrea, needs no apology," I answered carelessly. "Your wine, for instance, is beyond praise."
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Rafael Sabatini was an Italian/British writer of novels of romance and adventure during the beginning of the 20th century. . His best-known works were The Sea Hawk, Scaramouche, Captain Blood and Bellarion the Fortunate. Sabatini produced thirty one novels, eight short story collections, six nonfiction books, numerous uncollected short stories, and a play. The Suitors of Yvonne also known as The Lovers of Yvonne was written in 1902. This first novel of Sabatini is told in the first person narrative style. It is a swachbuckling romance, full of swordplay, foiled assassination attempts, and a heroic rescue. Sabatini is a master of writing action and adventure scenes
Andrea de Mancini sprawled, ingloriously drunk, upon the floor. His legs were thrust under the table, and his head rested against the chair from which he had slipped; his long black hair was tossed and dishevelled; his handsome, boyish face flushed and garbed in the vacant expression of idiocy."I beg a thousand pardons, M. de Luynes," quoth he in the thick, monotonous voice of a man whose brain but ill controls his tongue, -"I beg a thousand pardons for the unseemly poverty of our repast
Rafael Sabatini was an Italian/British writer of novels of romance and adventure during the beginning of the 20th century. . His best-known works were The Sea Hawk, Scaramouche, Captain Blood and Bellarion the Fortunate. Sabatini produced thirty one novels, eight short story collections, six nonfiction books, numerous uncollected short stories, and a play. The Suitors of Yvonne also known as The Lovers of Yvonne was written in 1902. This first novel of Sabatini is told in the first person narrative style. It is a swachbuckling romance, full of swordplay, foiled assassination attempts, and a heroic rescue. Sabatini is a master of writing action and adventure scenes.
Creator of the legendary Captain Blood, Rafael Sabatini is one of the most outstanding authors of historical adventure stories. An Italian-English author, he was called the “Alexander Dumas of modern fiction.” Sabatini was born in Italy but spent much of his youth in England and other European countries. He first achieved fame as a journalist before becoming one of the greatest adventure novelists in the history of world literature. It took Sabatini almost 20 years after publishing his first novel to gain notoriety. Success finally arrived in 1921 with the publication of Scaramouche, a novel about the French Revolution. Soon the author’s pen shifted to tales of the sea – scribbling adventures of free corsairs. Sabatini’s full talent revealed itself in books like The Sea Hawk and The Black Swan. His legendary series featuring Captain Blood became popular the world over. Today, his books are still treasured by readers and have served as the inspiration for dozens of films. THE NOVELS THE LOVERS OF YVONNE THE TAVERN KNIGHT BARDELYS THE MAGNIFICENT THE TRAMPLING OF THE LILIES LOVE-AT-ARMS THE SHAME OF MOTLEY ST. MARTIN’S SUMMER MISTRESS WILDING THE LION’S SKIN THE STROLLING SAINT THE GATES OF DOOM THE SEA HAWK THE SNARE SCARAMOUCHE CAPTAIN BLOOD FORTUNE’S FOOL THE CAROLINIAN BELLARION THE FORTUNATE THE NUPTIALS OF CORBAL THE HOUNDS OF GOD THE ROMANTIC PRINCE THE REAPING THE MINION SCARAMOUCHE THE KING-MAKER THE BLACK SWAN THE STALKING HORSE VENETIAN MASQUE CHIVALRY THE LOST KING THE SWORD OF ISLAM THE MARQUIS OF CARABAS KING IN PRUSSIA THE GAMESTER THE SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS THE JUSTICE OF THE DUKE CAPTAIN BLOOD RETURNS THE FORTUNES OF CAPTAIN BLOOD TALES OF THE BRETHREN OF THE MAIN TURBULENT TALES MISCELLANEOUS SHORT STORIES THE PLAY The Tyrant THE NON-FICTION THE LIFE OF CESARE BORGIA TORQUEMADA AND THE SPANISH INQUISITION: A HISTORY The Historical Nights’ Entertainment: Series 1 The Historical Nights’ Entertainment: Series 2 The Historical Nights’ Entertainment: Series 3 Heroic Lives
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