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The Maplehill folk go mad, and madder than all Isa and her company of girl friends. "I got one bad start me! He pull me back!" panted La Belle to his backers who were holding him up. "Who pulled you back?" indignantly cried the thin-faced man, looking for blood. "That sacre startair!" "You ran a fine race, La Belle!" said Cameron, coming up. "Non! Peste!
To the Hall, and there find the boys' verses, "De Peste;" it being their custom to make verses at Shrove-tide. I read several, and very good they were; better, I think, than ever I made when I was a boy, and in rolls as long and longer than the whole Hall, by much. Here is a picture of Venice hung up, and a monument made of Sir H. Wotton's giving it to the College.
"As much as ever I choose to draw, my lord!" cried Harry. "Peste! I wish I had such a mother!" cried my lord. "But I have only the advantage of a stepmother, and she draws me. There is the dinner-bell. Shall we go into the eating-room?" And taking his young friend's arm, my lord led him to the apartment where that meal was waiting.
"PESTE! Matters are going all right." "Should you know those doors again?" "Yes." "Do you know the numbers?" "Yes." "What are they?" "No. 25 in the Rue de Vaugirard; 75 in the Rue de la Harpe." "That's well," said the cardinal. At these words he took up a silver bell, and rang it; the officer entered. "Go," said he, in a subdued voice, "and find Rochefort.
But, /peste, mon cher/, your fall has been from a great height, and any other man would have broken his bones." "Strength is ever light," said the count, smiling; "and it does not fall; it leaps down and rebounds." Levy looked at the count, and blamed himself for having disparaged Peschiera and overrated Randal. While this conference went on, Harley was by Violante's side.
"At the Mission Station a little more than half an hour ago," I answered, looking at my watch. "At the station a little more than half an hour ago! Peste! it is not possible. You dream or are drunken," he cried excitedly. "All right, monsieur, we will argue afterwards," I answered. "Meanwhile the Kaffirs are here, for I rode through them; and if you want to save your life, stop talking and act.
Luckily I had faced your way when the fellow attacked you, and was on my way to help you before they began, but I feared I should be too late. That was a wonderfully pretty snap shot of yours, and you were as cool as old hands. Peste! I don't know what to make of you boys. Now come along, we had better get away from this carrion before any one comes up and asks questions.
"Peste!" interrupted the chevalier, "I did not know that the genii studied anatomy so deeply, and were obliged to take their degrees like a Bachelor of Salamanca!" "Genii know all that men know, and many other things besides, chevalier." "Well, then, what mean these words, at once so sonorous and so opposite? and what do they teach you of me in the past, my very learned genius?"
"Oh! oh!" thought he, "there is M. Cruce, little Brigard and Leclerc, who dares to call himself Bussy. Peste! the bourgeoisie is grandly represented; but the nobility ah! M. de Mayneville presses the hand of Nicholas Poulain; what a touching fraternity! An orator, too!" continued he, as M. de Mayneville prepared to harangue the assembly.
Pierre had opened it and stood there, watching them with a curious humor in eyes that seemed still to hold a glitter of the fire that had leaped from the half-breed's flaming birch logs. His voice was a shock to Carrigan. "PESTE, but you are a gloomy pair!" he boomed. "Why no light over there in the corner, and why sing that death-song to chase away the devil when there is no devil near?"
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