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They wrote that on a piece of paper, so that Andre might get the letter. You see they can be no great things, women who take the name of X and a Z." "They will never pay you." "It is not for an old ape like me to learn to make faces. They have taken a room without a fireplace, for which I make them pay twenty francs a fortnight, and in advance.
Andre My First Repentance in Love Affairs I Enjoy the Sweets of Revenge, and Prove a Clever Alibi Arrest of Count Bonafede My Release Arrival of the Bishop Farewell to Venice The fort, in which the Republic usually kept only a garrison of one hundred half-pay Sclavonians, happened to contain at that time two thousand Albanian soldiers, who were called Cimariotes.
You pass through the place, which seems in a singular degree vague and unconscious, and come to the rounded hill on which the ruined abbey lifts its yellow walls, the Benedictine abbey of Saint- Andre, at once a church, a monastery, and a fortress.
Add to this that Archie Sinclair cheered him with miscellaneous gossip; that Little Bill read to him, or entertained him with serious talk and grave speculation; that Andre Morel and his sister often entertained him with song; that on such occasions Jenkins, the sailor, frequently amused him with nautical tales; that old Peg sometimes came from Ben Nevis to gaze at him tenderly; and that Okematan came to glare at him more or less affectionately and we have said enough to warrant the conclusion that Dan Davidson had a pretty good time of it in spite of his weak condition.
Immediately upon the heels of this pardon comes an intrigue to seduce from his duty and allegiance a major-general, distinguished for services and capacity; and Major Andre is the instrument to carry out this intrigue to communicate their plans to the traitor, and to consummate the arrangement.
For a moment that was as far as he got, and he glanced down the street and then at the heaving beast he had ridden, which stood with head drooping to the kennel. Then he laid hold of me. "Davy, is it true that she has yellow fever? Is it true?" "Who told you?" I demanded angrily. "Andre," he answered. "Andre said that the lady here had yellow fever. Is it true?" "Yes," I said almost inaudibly.
That was the moment for André to have produced his passports, which would have opened the road for him. Instead he committed a fatal error, the like of which it would be hard to find in all the records of human action. "I am a British officer," he declared. "Please take me to your post." They were keen-minded men who quickly surrounded him. A British officer!
Oh, monsieur, is that reasonable?" "I violate my word of honour, my oath, if I tell you." M. de Kercadiou turned away, wringing his hands, his condition visibly piteous; then turned again to Andre. "But in this extremity, in this desperate extremity, and since you so ungenerously insist, I shall have to tell you. God help me, I have no choice. She will realize that when she knows.
Our candle burned on in the hand of André; our reflections danced and played about us: one hears of the Dance of Death this was the Dance of Ghosts a natural sequence; ghostly shadows flitted out of every doorway, down every turning. At last we emerged on to an open space, partly filled by a modern building with a hideous roof, evidently the market place. Here we ascended to a higher level.
"I haven't had anything to eat," said Andrews. "Wait a minute." The boy ran out to the cart and came back with a canvas bag, from which he took half a loaf of bread and some cheese. "My name's Marcel," the boy said when they had sat for a while sipping wine. "Mine is Jean...Jean Andre." "I have a brother named Jean, and my father's name is Andre. That's pleasant, isn't it?"
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