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As I was listening to him in silence, he mistook my astonishment for admiration, and clapped me on the shoulder. "You are dazzled," said he merrily; "you did not expect such a treasure! What do you say to the bargain I have made?" "Pardon me," replied I, gravely; "but I think you might have done better." M. Antoine raised his head.
I only want to feel that there is one person who knows all about me, and will keep my secret, and is willing to be my friend. I shall not want any help about any thing, unless it is to get work; but I suppose they always want nurses here. There will be plenty to do." "Daughter, I will keep your secret," said Father Antoine, solemnly: "about that you need have had no fear.
However, she has many worshippers, and they call her the evening star." "They should rather call her the Hyades!" said Hamilton, "if it be true that she sheds tears every morning and night, and her rising and setting are thus always attended by rain." "Bravo, Count Antoine! she shall be so called in future," said Madame de Cornuel.
In the first hours of each evening Antoine smoked, and Angelique sang the old songs which their ancestors learned in Normandy. One night Antoine's face was lighted with a fine fire as he talked of happy days in the parish of Ste.
But Peggy had had ideas of her own upon the nebulous question of morals, ideas which she had gained in the two years during which she had attended a Catholic school in Winnipeg; she had refused to be regarded as a squaw, since the blood which flowed in her veins was fully half white, and, after staying with him for a fortnight, had taken herself off, joining her father on a hunting trip, giving Granger clearly to understand that she would not live with him again until Père Antoine should have come that way and united them according to the rites of the Roman Church.
Lest retreat should be cut off, a strong detachment held the road to St. Cloud; and arms were liberally supplied to the Convention and the friendly quarter of St. Antoine. The insurgents, led by dexterous intriguers, but without a great soldier at their head, could not approach the river; and those who came down from the opulent centre of the city missed their opportunity.
"For shame, lads," said Antoine, laughing and shaking his head, "you'll be but bad specimens of the men of Chamouni if you don't learn more coolness on the ice." One would have thought that coolness on the ice was an almost unavoidable consequence of the surrounding conditions, yet Lawrence seemed to contradict the idea, for his face appeared unusually warm as he laughed and said:
Scarcely had the mountaineers assembled and glanced at the wondrous panorama, when the envious clouds swooped down again and mingled with the snow-drift which once more rose to meet them. "We must be quick, Monsieur," said Antoine, taking a shovel from one of the porters, while Le Croix grasped another. "Where shall we dig?"
"A man is only a drunkard when he can't carry his liquor." "Well said," cried Antoine, who seemed to carry his pretty well. "I'm listening." "You told me that you didn't understand why I had sent for you." "That's what I said." "Still, you must have suspected that I had an object?" "Every man has an object, good or bad, according to our priest," observed Antoine, sententiously.
This person has been representing himself as a French secret agent; he's enormously plausible. I feared he might attempt what I failed to do. If " Alice glanced at me, and I stepped to the wall and punched the button. "Antoine," I said, "tie the arms of the prisoner in the tool-house and bring him here." "A man in the tool-house!" Montani, Torrence, and Raynor ejaculated in concert.
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