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I interrupted. "At breakfast! Eh, then, our gallant King hath a soldier's habits. His Majesty breakfasted at six this morning, and is gone out betimes to visit his hunting-lodge at Falkenlust." "And my father?" "His Excellency the Governor is in attendance upon the King." "Then I will go to Falkenlust." Corporal Fritz shook his head; shrugged his shoulders; took a pinch of snuff.
"Certainly I would, your excellency; and should you give such an order to Marshal Turenne he would do so himself. He is a soldier of the queen before all things, and has taught me that my duty is towards the sovereign who represents France, regardless of all other considerations." The cardinal while speaking had watched the young soldier's face scrutinizingly.
But he might be mistaken, and it was not for a prisoner to snatch at straws of quarrel. Therefore he protested, courteously: "Why should you think that a soldier takes no interest in a soldier's tools?" Halfman gave a shrug to his shoulders that might or might not be intended to annoy. "Your worship is too raw a soldier to know much of these same tickers and tappers.
The best thing, the only important thing about a woman, a man, a baby, or any other human being, is the intellect. Affection is a beautiful thing, but affection is BORN in the brain and CONFINED to the brain. A young woman looks at a splendid creature in a soldier's uniform. Her heart beats fast, and she imagines, as all antiquity has imagined, that the heart is the seat of the emotions. Nonsense!
From having been first favorite in Scott social circles up to the time of Mira's coming she, with Mrs. Stone and Mrs. Flight, was struggling now for second place. She felt constrained to remind Mira that she was now a soldier's wife, and should share a soldier's lot, especially a lot that included furnished quarters.
I said that my adventure might influence my future; it brought me acquainted not only with the young man I speak of, but the most winning, affectionate child, a girl." "Is this child an Avenel too?" "No, she is of gentle blood, a soldier's daughter; the daughter of that Captain Digby on whose behalf I was a petitioner to your patronage. He is dead, and in dying, my name was on his lips.
Every ounce saved in the weight of a soldier's accoutrements is a great gain, and these new bayonets are light and, as I have hinted, are likely to be extremely useful for the every-day work of a long march.
"Go, go," said the other with a little of a soldier's severity, returning to his manner. "Go, before I order the guard to seize you." "Well, go I will; but if I do go, captain, I shall take my knowledge with me; and then you may live a widower bewitched till the tattoo of life is beat off."
The Guards and the Line employed this time nine years did no more than those who cannonaded the starving Lyonnese, or bayoneted the luckless inhabitants of the Rue Transnounain: they did but fulfil the soldier's honorable duty: his superiors bid him kill and he killeth: perhaps, had he gone to his work with a little more heart, the result would have been different, and then would the conquering party have been justified in annually rejoicing over the conquered?
That is no common end, but one which an Emperor might envy." The idea seemed to amuse him very much. "Why not?" said he. "If Massena has sent you to spy upon us, he may guess what the fire upon the mountain means." "Exactly," said I. "You have hit upon my very reason. He will guess, and all will know, that I have died a soldier's death."