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"That is good news," interrupted Prinsloo, a stolid old Boer, who stood by puffing at his pipe. "Get well, get well as soon as you can, Hernan Pereira." It was at this juncture that Marais arrived, accompanied by Marie. Where he came from I do not know, but I think he must have been keeping in the background on purpose to see what kind of a reception Pereira would meet with.

The man replied that he had acted according to the best of his judgment and had been particular in impressing the leader of the party that he was not to touch the flocks of old Marais, but to devote himself entirely to those of Jan Smit.

Thus, all goes well, so far. My uncle, by old Hochon's advice, has destroyed his will. To Monsieur Giroudeau, care of Mademoiselle Florentine. Rue de Vendome, Marais: My dear old Fellow, Find out if the little rat Cesarine has any engagement, and if not, try to arrange that she can come to Issoudun in case I send for her; if I do, she must come at once.

Then Marais broke out, speaking in Dutch that I might understand: "It is you who should be called pig, Leblanc, not this boy, for, early as it is, you have been drinking. Look! the brandy bottle is half empty. Is that the example you set to the young? Speak so again and I turn you out to starve on the veld.

Before he was up next morning the Heer Marais, suspecting neither trouble nor danger, had ridden off to a farm thirty miles or more away to pay its owner for some cattle which he had recently bought, leaving his home and his daughter quite unprotected, except by Leblanc and the few native servants, who were really slaves, that lived about the place.

Gertie complied with alacrity, and took her father's arm. "Oh!" she exclaimed, with a little scream, as a thorn full five inches long gave her a wicked probe on the left shoulder. Hans Marais sprang up and gallantly raised the branch which had touched her. "It is only Kafirs who can run against mimosa thorns with impunity," said the handsome young Dutchman.

In Claire's circle her welcome was decidedly cold. The Faubourg Saint-Germain has its pretensions; but do not imagine that the Marais has none! Those wives and daughters of mechanics, of wealthy manufacturers, knew little Chebe's story; indeed, they would have guessed it simply by her manner of making her appearance and by her demeanor among them. Sidonie's efforts were unavailing.

I feel none of that proud disdain for importunate fortune that we read of in novels; nor do I regret "my pretty boat," nor "my cottage by the sea;" here, in this beautiful drawing-room of the Hotel de Langeac, writing to you, I do not sigh for my gloomy garret in the Marais, where my labors day and night were most tiresome, because a mere parody of the noblest arts, an undignified labor making patience and courage ridiculous, a cruel game which we play for life while cursing it.

Later, as she grew older, she was admitted to their friendship and their confidence, but without ever sharing their pleasures. She was too proud to go to see weddings at midday; and when she heard them talking of a ball at Vauxhall or the 'Delices du Marais, or of a nice little supper at Bonvalet's or at the 'Quatre Sergents de la Rochelle, she was always very disdainful.

Tell me, in the first place, who is that worthy in a green cloth jacket?" "That is the famous Major Brigaut, a man from the Marais, a comrade of the late Mercier, called La Vendee." "And that fat priest with the red face to whom he is talking at this moment about me?" she went on. "Do you want to know what they are saying?" "Do I want to know it? What a useless question!"