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Bussy and Diana exchanged a look of loving remembrance. "What, that little place?" cried Remy, imprudently. "What! do you know it?" "Who does not know the houses of the chief huntsman? particularly I, who lived in the Rue Beautrellis." "Yes, yes, I will go there.
"Push the bolts, and turn the key," cried Monsoreau, "we have him now." During this time, by a great effort, Remy had dragged himself before Bussy, and added his body to the rampart. There was an instant's pause. Bussy looked around him. Seven men lay stretched on the ground, but nine remained.
Paris, on the other hand Paris who forgives everything to him who contributes to her amusement adored Comte Remy de Morbihan ... But perhaps Lanyard was prejudiced by his partiality for Americans, a sentiment the outgrowth of the years spent in New York with Bourke. He even fancied that between his spirit and theirs existed some subtle bond of sympathy.
The city of Rheims, too, had not acknowledged the former Huguenot, and it was at Rheims, in the church of St. Remy, that the Holy Bottle was preserved. With what chrism, by what prelate, should the consecration of Henry be performed?
And when such a woman breaks out: 'You want me, but you cannot caress me, you cannot tell what I want, then that man is judged." Love is indeed, as Remy de Gourmont remarks, a delicate art, for which, as for painting or music, only some are apt.
A cry was the only answer. Remy had come up to the surface, and, with the indomitable hope which accompanies the dying man to the last, was swimming, sustained by a beam. By his side came his horse, beating the water desperately with his feet, while the water gained on Diana's horse, and some twenty feet in front Henri and Diana flew on the third horse, which was half mad with terror.
Monsieur P. Malosse, to whose work on the antiquities of St.-Rémy I am indebted for the superficial knowledge I have attained of these interesting objects, explains the inscription to mean,
"At least have supper, madame; you have scarcely eaten anything." "Willingly, Remy." They reawakened the poor servant, who got up as good-humoredly as before, and hearing what they wanted, took from the cupboard a piece of salt pork, a cold leveret, and some sweets, which she set before them, together with a frothing jug of Louvain beer.
"Nevertheless, Remy, let us change our horses here at Mechlin, in order to get on faster to Antwerp." "On the contrary, madame, I should say, do not let us enter Mechlin at all; our horses are good, let us push on to that little village which is, I think, called Villebrock; in that manner we shall avoid the town, with its questioners and curious gazers." "Go on, then, Remy."
"I tell you, sir, that William Smith does exist; but I have, without doubt, been the dupe of a horrible breach of confidence." "Poor young man!" "Explain yourself!" cried Saint Remy, whose anxiety and humiliation were increased by this ironical pity. "In a word, the actual holder of the bill is convinced that you have committed the forgery." "Sir!"
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