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It was Sir Adrian's pleasure that things at Scarthey should seem to be exactly the same as before, and that was enough for René. "And yet," mused the faithful fellow, within his disturbed mind, "the ruins now look like a house the day after an interment.
I haven't been really willing before to write down in this torture volume that I took that garment to the city with me and what Madam Rene did to it made it over into the loveliest thing I ever saw, only I wouldn't let her alter the size one single inch. I'm honorable as all women are at peculiar times. I think she understood, but she seemed not to, and worked a miracle on it with ribbon and lace.
At the same time, in France, a man of far greater scientific capacity than either Bacon or Hobbes, René Descartes, not only in his immortal 'Discours de la Méthode' and elsewhere, went down to the foundations of scientific certainty, but, in his 'Principes de Philosophie, indicated where the goal of physical science really lay.
In the cabin he was most courteously received by De Gourges, and invited to a seat; but before taking it he inquired with a trembling voice, "Oh, sir, know ye aught of a certain noble chevalier of France, by name Réné de Laudonniere, and whether he be still alive or no?" "Ay, that I do. He of whom thou speakest is not only alive, but is well known to me.
The guide was still exploring the spot bristling with crosses, spelling out the names, and hesitating before the faded lettering. Rene was doing the same on the other side of the road. Chichi went on alone, the wind whirling her black veil around her, and making the little curls escape from under her mourning hat every time she leaned over to decipher a name.
George, and the obsequies that followed were attended by René and his nobles, and the coffin was honourably placed among the ducal dead. Yet doubt of the man's existence was not buried with the bones to which his name was given. When the Swiss turned their way homeward, their farewell words to René were: "If the Duke of Burgundy has escaped and should reopen war, tell us."
"Sacre!" he burst forth, yet careful to keep his voice pitched to my ears alone, "you think me a plaything, but you shall learn yet that I have claws. Bah! do you imagine I fear the coxcomb ahead?" "To whom do you refer, Monsieur?" "Such innocence! to that boot-licker of La Salle's to whom you give your smiles, and pretty words." "Rene de Artigny!" I exclaimed pleasantly, and then laughed.
He gathered the dying lad tenderly in his arms, and, placing an ear close to the boy's lips, received from Rene the orders of the colonel, down to the last detail. "The final word of these orders was Rene's last. He died in the arms of the captain, who tenderly laid him down.
He was laughed at by those present for being more excited than they who witnessed the whole thing. One of them, a leathery-faced and grizzled old sinner, leered at him contemptuously and said in queer French, with a curious accent caught from long use of backwoods English: "Listen how the boy brags! Ye might think, to hear Rene talk, that he actually amounted to a big pile."
Study great men in their conversation and learn by heart the admirable arguments by which they condemn poetry and the pleasures of imagination. But if, after all your efforts, your wife persists in wishing to read, put at her disposal at once all possible books from the A B C of her little boy to Rene, a book more dangerous to you when in her hands than Therese Philosophe.
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