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"I have asked you before now not to speak to me in that way. It isn't good form." "What, not when we're alone?" "Bah! you will never learn to adapt yourself to our new fortune. And what is the result? No one in this place treats me with any respect. Pere Achille hardly touches his hat to me when I pass his lodge. To be sure, I'm not a Fromont, and I haven't a carriage."
You was get heem mad plaintee easy. Den maybee he is sen' you out toute suite maybee he is shoot you." "I'll take the chances my friend." "Ba oui," shrugged Achille Picard, "eet is wan chance." He commenced to roll another cigarette.
To me, progress is the realization of all that was promised to us by the revolution of July; it is electoral reform, it is " "What! are you a democrat?" said Achille Pigoult. "No," replied the candidate. "To desire the legitimate and regular development of our institutions, is that being a democrat? To me, progress is fraternity re-established between the members of the great French family.
"It is selling wheat dear and keeping bread cheap," cried Achille Pigoult sarcastically, thinking that he made a joke, but actually expressing one of the delusions that reign in France. "It is the happiness of all, obtained by the triumph of humanitarian doctrines," continued Simon. "What did I tell you?" said Achille to his neighbors. "Hush! silence! let us listen!" said various voices.
In history they liken Achille Cazaio to Simon de Montfort, and the Gracchi, and other graspers at fruit as yet unripe; or, if the perfervid word of d'Avranches be accepted, you may regard him as "le Saint-Jean de la Revolution glorieuse." But I think you may with more wisdom regard him as a man of strong passions, any one of which, for the time being, possessed him utterly.
Two assistants in the printing-room faithful patrons of the Folies Dramatiques declared that they had seen Madame Risler several times at their theatre, accompanied by some escort who kept out of sight at the rear of the box. Pere Achille, too, told of amazing things. That Sidonie had a lover, that she had several lovers, in fact, no one entertained a doubt.
Claire, too, was deeply moved; she went to the new clerk of the house of Fromont and said to him: "Risler, I thank you in my father's name." At that moment Pere Achille appeared with the mail. Risler took the pile of letters, opened them tranquilly one by one, and passed them over to Sigismond. "Here's an order for Lyon. Why wasn't it answered at Saint-Etienne?"
The men bent to their work with stiffened elbows. Achille Picard flashed his white teeth back at the passengers. "Ah, mademoiselle, eet is wan long way," he panted. "C'est une longue traverse!" The term was evidently descriptive, but the two smiled significantly at each other. "So you do take la Longue Traverse, after all!" marvelled Virginia. Ned Trent clasped her hand.
He had been offended, but he was not unmagnanimous, and he had a high sense of the importance of his art. He had seen in France what came of uncultivated law-givers. If a man wanted knowledge, far be it from Achille de Pincornet to withhold his handful! "You cannot learn in a night," he said, "but I will show you the steps." "I can manage a country dance, a reel or Congo," said Rand simply.
He's very hard, dat ole man." "Yes," replied the stranger, "he has got to be, I suppose. This is the country of la Longue Traverse." "I beleef you," responded Achille, cheerfully; "w'at you call heem your nam'?" "Ned Trent." "Me Achille Achille Picard. I capitaine of dose dogs on dat winter brigade." "It is a hard post. The winter travel is pretty tough." "I beleef you."
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