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I say there's been a a misunderstanding about er corpses. Now, cher maître, what do you think of my position?" Mr. Oxford drummed lightly on the table. "I don't know," said Priam. Which was another lie. "You are Priam Farll, aren't you?" Mr. Oxford persisted. "Well, if you will have it," said Priam savagely, "I am. And now you know!" Mr. Oxford let his smile go.
To the working-folk, this was perhaps a morning wedding.... Perhaps these were gay people coming from a nocturnal fiesta.... Several times the cortege slackened its speed, blocked by a row of heavy carts with mountains of garden-stuff. The maître, in spite of his emotions, recognized the road that the automobile was following.
My store of silver-ware that was saved by your exertions, to say nothing of our lives, was worth very many times the value of this armour, and I am sure that your lady will agree with me that this gift of ours has been well and honourably earned." "I do indeed, Maitre Leroux," Dame Margaret said warmly; "and assure you that I am as pleased as Guy himself at the noble gift you have made him.
There was quite a sensation in the fencing school, round which were gathered some forty or fifty of the young men of the day, when Maitre Dalboy called for his plastron and foil, for it was seldom indeed, and then only with swordsmen of altogether exceptional strength, that Monsieur Dalboy condescended to fence, contenting himself ordinarily with walking about the school and giving a hint now and then to those fencing with his assistants, not, perhaps, more than once a week taking a foil in his hand to illustrate some thrust or guard which he was inculcating.
I will make her submit herself to it. For," said Obenreizer, changing his angry tone to one of grateful submission, "I owe it to you, sir; to you, who have so confidingly taken an injured man under your protection, and into your employment." "Make your mind easy," said Maitre Voigt. "No more of this now, and no thanks!
Whatever he did, however his thoughts might be occupied, it was never long before they veered round to the subject that was rapidly becoming the one subject of absorbing interest to him. Before he realized what he did, his mind was confirmed in its habit; at morn, and at noontime, and at night, he found himself thinking of Madame Le Maître.
Vaudrey laughed at the sally, but Warcolier felt that he was choking. How could the minister allow his policy to be thus attacked at table? Ah! how Warcolier would have clinched the argument of this Prangins. Madame Gerson was delighted. The dinner was served sumptuously and went off without a hitch. The maître d'hôtel directed the service admirably.
Cringing, the old man drew himself over to the wall. Detricand, seating himself in a chair, held the candle up before him. After a moment he said: "What I want to know is, how could a low-flying cormorant like you beget a gull of the cliffs like Maitre Ranulph?" The old man did not answer, but sat blinking with malignant yet fearful eyes at Detricand, who continued: "What did you come back for?
It is not as if we had been bred on the soil here, and a man never takes to a strange place as to one he was born in." "You are Gascons, Maitre Bertram tells me," Philip said. "Yes, sir. We were driven out from there ten years ago, when the troubles were at their worst.
"Well, I'll be damned if I'll !" started Rebener angrily, when he was interrupted by the proprietor, who holding his finger to his lip, said: "Please, Mr. Rebener, please! Always remember that the service on which we are engaged has no soul and a very long arm." Then dropping into the persuasive and servile tone of the maitre d'hotel: "I propose, Mr.
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