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Pierre, on the other hand, who had lived among these people, spoke their language and knew their wants, was able to catechise them in a friendly way. He thus became an indispensable man. In less than a fortnight the Rougons were more determined royalists than the king himself. The marquis, perceiving Pierre's zeal, shrewdly sheltered himself behind him.
The fierce onslaught made by the Indians on the herd at length divided it, some of the animals going off to the south-east, others to the south-west. Greatly to our satisfaction they then passed by on either side of our camp, several of their number being brought down by Ben Folkard's and Pierre's unerring rifles, three also being killed by our Indian followers.
Once, when he caught sight of Pierre's bewildered, terrified look, as he heard his master address his merry guest as the Duke of Vallombreuse who ought to be dead, if he was not he fairly roared with laughter, and was as full of fun and frolic as a school-boy out for a holiday; Meantime de Sigognac, whilst he endeavoured to play the attentive host, and to respond as well as he could to the young duke's lively sallies, could not recover from his surprise at seeing him sitting there opposite to himself, as a guest at his own table making himself very much at home, too, in the most charming, genial, easy way imaginable and yet he was the haughty, overbearing, insolent young nobleman, who had been his hated rival; whom he had twice encountered and defeated, in fierce combat, and who had several times tried to compass his death by means of hired ruffians.
Since last night when the contemptuous glitter of Joan's smile had fallen upon him, he had neither slept nor eaten. Jasper had joined him at the theater exit, had walked home with him, and, while he was with the manager, Pierre's pride and reserve had held him up. Afterwards he had ranged the city like a prairie wolf, ranged it as though it had been an unpeopled desert, free to his stride.
Overcome, she let her head fall on his shoulder, and wept. The sound of approaching footsteps made Micheline arise. She recognized her husband's step, and hastily seizing Pierre's hand, said: "Never breathe a word; forget what you have seen." Then, with deep grief, she added: "If Serge knew that I had seen him unawares he would never forgive me!"
"We nailed 'em in with a couple of boulders!" grinned Tommy. "You followed Pierre's example, did you?" "Yes, we just blocked 'em in." "Well, I think we'd better be getting them out, then!" Sandy urged. "And also be moving toward the cabin. George'll think we've got killed or something." "Come on, then," Will exclaimed. "I'll show you where they are!"
That old man noticed a face thrust out of the carriage window gazing at them, and respectfully touching Pierre's elbow said something to him and pointed to the carriage. Pierre, evidently engrossed in thought, could not at first understand him.
"Mamma's tapage was too funny," laughed Madame Pierre, telling me this story herself. "Pierre and I laughed well on our side of the door, although we were careful not to let maman hear us. For we had often been alone together before when nobody knew it." Which makes all the difference in the world in our ville, as well as elsewhere. Pierre's funny experience did not end with his betrothal.
Fougeres would fain have taken old Magus in his arms; he regarded him as a father. He went home with joy in his heart; the great painter Schinner was mistaken after all! In that immense city of Paris there were some hearts that beat in unison with Pierre's; his talent was understood and appreciated. The poor fellow of twenty-seven had the innocence of a lad of sixteen.
"Oh, faith! yes; I always do Clary the justice to say, he has a damned good taste for beauty." "But this seems to be foreign beauty," continued Lady Delacour, "if one may judge by her air, her dress, and the scenery about her cocoa-trees, plantains: Miss Portman, what think you?" I think the figure is St. Pierre's Virginia." "Virginia St. Pierre! ma'am," cried Mr. Rochfort, winking at Sir Philip.
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