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Sa tete, voyez. Tombe a terre. Sang! Mains, en bain de sang. Comme ca!" So the Turco spoke under the statue of Aphrodite in the gardens of the Tuileries to a crowd of smiling men and girls. He had a German officer's helmet.
As soon as he could escape out into the street he endeavoured to put all these things together, and after a while resolved that he would go to Mr Tombe. What if there should be an understanding between John Grey and Alice, and Mr Tombe should be arranging his money matters for him!
"Messrs Hock and Block's, the bankers, in Lom bard Street?" said Mr Tombe, taking a little more time. "Yes; I bank there," said Vavasor, sharply. "A most respectable house." "Has any money been paid there to my credit, by you, Mr Tombe?" "May I ask you why you put the question to me, Mr Vavasor?" "Well, I don't think you may.
But he was a sly old fox was Mr Tombe, and was considering all this time how much it would be well that he should tell Mr Vavasor, and how much it would be well that he should conceal. "The fat had got into the fire," as he told his old wife when he got home that evening. He told his old wife everything, and I don't know that any of his clients were the worse for his doing so.
The angry man evidently knew something, and it would be better that he should know the truth. "There has been such interference, Mr Vavasor, if you choose to call it so. Money, to the extent of two thousand pounds, I think, has by my directions been paid to your credit by Mr Tombe."
Scruby, who did not often make such blunders, readily excused himself, shaking his head, and declaring that the name had fallen from his lips instead of that of another man. Vavasor accepted the excuse without further notice, and nothing more was said about Mr Tombe while he was in Mr Scruby's office. But he had not heard the name in vain, and had unfortunately heard it before.
He had foretold his own end in the prophetic warning of his Muse: Quand les dieux irrités m'ôteront ton génie, Si je tombe des cieux que me répondras-tu? His light was not lost in a storm-cloud nor eclipse, but in the awful Radnorok, the Götterdämmerung, when sun and stars fall from a blank heaven.
He wrote, then, at a time when there was warm debate on the question of Toleration; and it was his great object to vindicate himself and his French fellow-Protestants from all laxity on this point. “Peut on nier que le panganisme est tombé dans le monde par l’autorité des empereurs Romains?
Vavasor found himself sitting for an apparently interminable number of minutes in Mr Tombe's dingy chamber, and was coughed at, and wheezed at, till he begun to be tired of his position; moreover, when tired, he showed his impatience. "Perhaps you'll let us write you a line when we have looked into the matter?" suggested Mr Tombe. "I'd rather know at once," said Vavasor.
From thence to the great church, that stands in a fine great market-place, over against the Stadt-House, and there I saw a stately tombe of the old Prince of Orange, of marble and brass; wherein among other rarities there are the angels with their trumpets expressed as it were crying. There were very fine organs in both the churches.
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