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And if it ain't presuming, I would like to say that there is more than the coffee what is weak, sir. The cookin' here ain't what you're used to, sir. The club table, or that at the hotel, is more nourishing." Saxton had put in his suggestion, and went his way comforted. The coffee braced the shaken nerves, and again Devant went to his mirror as to a friend. The color of the eyes had changed.
You must carefully watch and attend to their passions, their tastes, their little humors and weaknesses, and 'aller au devant'. You must do it at the same time with alacrity and 'empressement', and not as if you graciously condescended to humor their weaknesses.
And they sing: Quel est l'auDAcieux Qui dans ces SOMbres lieux Ose porTER ses pas Et devant LE trepas Ne frémit pas? As French is not strongly accented such faults are tolerated. Gluck's theme impressed itself on the memory, so that he dealt a terrific blow to the purity of prosody. We gradually became so disinterested in this that by Auber's time scarcely any attention was paid to it.
Devant got up, stretched himself and took to pacing the piazza slowly. "You know David of the Light?" asked Thornly. "As a boy I knew the characters roundabout here, somewhat. I'm trying to reinstate myself in their good graces. This place produces strange and unexpected types." "Yes, I found a pimpernel flower on the Hills to-day," said Thornly irrelevantly. "Even the flora is startling."
Once I didn't speak out t' a friend when I ought t', an' an', well, there was, what you might say, a wreck! I ain't goin' t' hold back another time. Mr. Thornly, you're stayin' on down here, 'cause you have some sort o' idee o' openin' up a inlet 'twixt sich folks as you an' Mr. Devant an' her!" Mark waved his cap toward the easel. "'T ain't no use, Mr.
"You have scattered the fog, Mr. Devant," he answered. "I own I was in rather a mist, but you bring things out most distinctly!" "And you will not go to Katharine at once? You see I am presuming upon old friendship and a sincere liking for you." "I only wish there were a night train!" Thornly gave vent to a long, relieved breath. "You hold to your purpose, Dick?
No personal merit, no nobility of character, no age, no youth, could hope to escape the death-instrument of the revolution when a noble name stood up as accuser. Before this accuser every service was considered as nothing; it was enough to be an aristocrat, a ci- devant, to be suspected, to be dragged as a criminal before the tribunal of the revolution, and to be condemned.
He saw it in the face of the big man, Devant, who looked at him in the yard where he had spent his happy puppyhood, then turned away. He knew it because of what he saw in the face of Jim Thompson. In the house was a long and plausible letter, explaining how it happened: I did everything I could. I never was as surprised in my life. The dog's hopeless.
"What did they say?" he asked at length. "Mr. Devant said nothing! I cannot remember what she said but whatever it was, it made me know that she thinks me oh! what can I say? something too awful to bear! And you, you knew what women like her might think! That is why you made me promise not to tell; that is why you kept the door locked!
Devant spoke slowly between the puffs of smoke, "except the right that says all is fair in love and war. I admit that I was shaking in my boots that day for fear you might come in upon us. Katharine was braver than I. You must own, Dick, that you hadn't treated the girl quite fair." "I do not grant that, Mr. Devant. I think Katharine had no cause for complaint.
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