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Well, what did I find in Boston? Peste! I found that they were all like men in purgatory sober and grave. Truly. And so dull! Never a saint-day, never a feast, never a grand council when the wine, the rum, flow so free, and you shall eat till you choke. Nothing. Everything is stupid; they do not smile. And so the Indians make war! Well, I have found this.
"Le Feu-Follet! she is hardly here, in the midst of a fleet of her enemies! Remember, Raoul, your men will begin to complain if you place them too often in such risks to gratify your own wishes." "Peste! I keep them in good humor by rich prizes. They have been successful; and that which makes yonder Nelson popular and a great man makes Raoul Yvard popular and a great man also in his little way.
To distinguish us, he is always known as Mironsac, and I as Castelroux. Peste! It is not the only distinction, for while he basks in the sunshine of the great world of Paris they are wealthy, the Mironsacs of Castelvert I, a poor devil of a Gascony cadet, am playing the catchpoll in Languedoc!"
Chicot retraced his steps, but he was not at the end of his griefs. He met the chief of the watch, who said, "What! have you finished your commission already, M. Chicot? Peste! how quick you are!" A little further on the cornet cried to him, "Well, M. Chicot, what of the lady; are you content with Nerac?" Finally, the soldier in the courtyard said, "Cordieu!
"A man on a horse has aye hunders o' frien's in the gutter, as Annapla says, and it wad need to be somethin' rarer to get into Doom i' the mirk o' nicht. I opened the door to a frien' the ither nicht and he gripped me by the craig and fair choked me afore I could cry a barley." "Peste! Do not flatter my English so much as to tell me you do not recognise Count Victor's accent through a door."
Yet, before the flame died wholly it touched two points of light in the doorway, the round crystals of a pair of spectacles. "Two souls with but a single thought!" the secret agent murmured. "Poor devil! why does he hesitate? Why does he not take it and be gone? Is he still honest? Peste! I must be growing old. I shall not ruin him, I shall save him.
"Ah, ha," said the shipowner, "I am not in the least surprised, for she has been to me three times, inquiring if there were any news of the Pharaon. Peste, Edmond, you have a very handsome mistress!" "She is not my mistress," replied the young sailor, gravely; "she is my betrothed." "Sometimes one and the same thing," said Morrel, with a smile. "Not with us, sir," replied Dantes.
"What, those rich holsters, that velvet housing, that saddle studded with silver-are they all for me?" "For you and nobody else, as the horse which paws the ground is mine, and the other horse, which is caracoling, belongs to Athos." "PESTE! They are three superb animals!" "I am glad they please you." "Why, it must have been the king who made you such a present."
Had it been a fleet of vessels of three decks, instead of a little lugger, Christendom would have rung with the glory of the achievement!" "Had it been but a frigate, my excellent friend, the manoeuvre would have been unnecessary. Peste! it is not a single republican ship that can make a stout English frigate skulk along the rocks and fly like a thief at night."
"Morti della peste," read Jenny, on the front of the altar, and Assunta, in gloomy mood before the recollection of the past, spoke to her young mistress and shook her head. "I envy them sometimes, signora. Their troubles are ended. Those heads, that have ached and wept so often, will never ache and weep again." She spoke in Italian and Jenny but partially understood.
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