Here is this young whoremaster, a true chip of the old venereal
block his father, and myself, come for a comfortable cast of
thy function. I don't mean that stale pretence of conjuring--d--
futurity; let us live for the present, old Haly. Conjure me up a
couple of hale wenches, and I warrant we shall get into the magic
circle in a twinkling. What says Galileo? What says the Reverend
Brahe? Here is a purse, you pimp. Hark, how it chinks! This is
sweeter than the music of spheres."
Our necromancer, perplexed at this rencontre, made no reply; but,
taking up his wand, waved it around his head in a very mysterious
motion, with a view of intimidating these forward visitants, who,
far from being awed by this sort of evolution, became more and more
obstreperous, and even threatened to pull him by the beard, if he
would not immediately comply with their desire. Had he called his
associate, or even Hadgi, to his aid, he knew he could have soon
calmed their turbulence; but, being unwilling to run the risk of
a discovery, or even of a riot, he bethought himself of chastising
their insolence in another manner, that would be less hazardous,
and rather more effectual.
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