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There would be a moment's pause, and I caught the sound of General Billet's deep basso proposing that the French nation should adopt the family of General Lecomte, who had been so mercilessly butchered by the mob. Mr. Hoffman, continuing his train of thought, remembered that Napoleon III. gave that "magnificent dinner" to Queen Victoria in this theater.
Without reading it, I can vouch for that." "Je concois, je concois: on sait ce que c'est qu'un ami. Bonjour, Mademoiselle!" "But, Monsieur, here is your handkerchief." "Keep it, keep it, till the letter is read, then bring it me; I shall read the billet's tenor in your eyes."
But again he was doomed to meet with disappointment. "Sorry, sir," said the second officer, biting off a chew from a plug of tobacco, "but the skipper can't be seen just now. Just came aboard a little while ago and there was a friend on either side of him. You know how it is," and he winked. "He's below now, sound asleep, and 'twould be as much as my billet's worth to disturb him."
So Mike cut a short thick block, and all three stirred the heavy timber sufficiently to admit of the billet's insertion. Then the chain was thrown down for another. Jenny, harnessed only to a straight short bar with a hook in it, leaned to her collar and dug in her hoofs at the word of command.
I should as soon think of describing the Devil's Punch-bowl on the road to Portsmouth, where I arrived two days after my appointment. I put up at Billet's, at the George, as a matter of course, because it was the resort of all the naval aristocracy, and directly opposite to the admiral's office.
Dec. 15. He classes specialists with M.O.'s. Feel somewhat uneasy myself until glass is repaired by local cabinet-maker. Jan. 10, 1917. Lieut. True Born starts to break in another horse. Feb. 1. Horse broken. March 3. Running short of tobacco, go to my billet's room and try a pipe of his. Take all the remedies except the castor-oil. April 4, 8.30 a.m.
The stout and angry lady made no appeal to him, and Cecilia was a pretty girl, and moreover her telegram was for a flying captain. The clerk wore a returned soldier's badge himself. He fell back on Regulations. "Can't be done, ma'am. The message is all in order." "Let me see it." "Much as my billet's worth, if I did," said the clerk. "Property of the Postmaster-General now, ma'am.
The worst he can do is to start yelling out, and I really do believe that not a soul would hear him if he did. The gardeners are always at work on the other side of the main road. A passing boatload is the only danger, and I doubt if even they would hear." "My billet's all right," said I, valiantly. "It's yours that worries me." "Mine!" cried Raffles, with an almost merry laugh.
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