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The doctor called to his friend, and they went back along the foot-path. "Is that little peasant consumptive?" asked Genestas. "Mon Dieu! yes," answered Benassis. "Science cannot save him, unless Nature works a miracle. Our professors at the Ecole de Medecine in Paris often used to speak to us of the phenomenon which you have just witnessed.
"Your mind is as uncomfortable as a loaded camel. Let it lie down, while you take off its packages, one by one, and reveal their contents. In short, what's up?" Duprez made a rapid, expressive gesture with his hands. "Mon cher, I fear to displease Phil-eep! He has invited these people; they are coming, bien! there is no more to say."
He went directly to the chamber of the Empress to assure himself if she had recovered from the fright she had experienced; and then returned to his room, and throwing his hat on the bed, dropped on a sofa, exclaiming, "Mon Dieu! What a fete!" I remarked that the Emperor's hands were all blackened, and he had lost his gloves at the fire.
"Where have you been so long, Opal?" asked Mrs. Ledoux, with considerable anxiety. "At the Colony Club, ma mère I read a paper!" "Mon Dieu!" put in the Count, in an amused tone. "On what subject?" "On 'The Modern Ethical Viewpoint, Comte," she answered, nodding her little head sagely. "It was very convincing!
The motion was carried by a majority of one, Brothers Wigglesworth, McNish and Maitland voting in the affirmative. "Traitors!" shrieked Brother Simmons. "Capitalistic traitors!" "Hoot mon! Ye're no in Hyde Park. Save yere breath for yere porritch the morn " said McNish, relaxing into a grim smile as he left the rooms. "We'll get 'im," said Simmons to his ally and friend.
"You are poetic, mon General," said Claude de Chanrellon; "but you are true. We are a furnace in which Blackguardism is burned into Dare-devilry, and turned out as Heroism. A fine manufacture that, and one at which France has no equal." "But our manufactures keep the original hall mark, and show that the devil made them if the drill have molded them!" urged a Colonel of Tirailleurs Indigenes.
I am sorry also, but there is nothing to be done; but thank you all the same." And his eyes filled with tears. The next day he gave Howard his portrait, with, "Pour mon petit ami, Howard, d'un pauvre chasse. Adolf, Duc de Nassau." Very nice of him, wasn't it?
He announced it himself, in categorical terms, in a reply to Mon. Bouvier on the day following his attempted escape. The judge having made a jest about the affair, Arsene was annoyed, and, firmly eyeing the judge, he said, emphatically: "Listen to me, monsieur! I give you my word of honor that this attempted flight was simply preliminary to my general plan of escape."
"Done," says I. And, in the twinkling of an eye, I beat him once making thirteen off the balls without stopping. We had some more wine after this; and if you could have seen the long faces of the other noblemen, as they pulled out their pencils and wrote I.O.U.'s for the Count! "Va toujours, mon cher," says he to me, "you have von for me three hundred pounds."
But Henriette, who had said nothing as yet, always making it her rule to hold her tongue when politics were under discussion, could not restrain a cry that rose from her heart. Her thoughts were ever with her brother. "Mon Dieu, I hope that Maurice, with all the foolish ideas he has in his head, won't let himself get mixed up in this business!"
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