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"Two strong men together," said he, "need fear nothing." I confess my only fear was lest the confounded revolver which swung insecurely in my hip-pocket might go off of its own accord. I did not mention this to my companion. He raised his hat, wiped his brow, and rang the bell. The door opened about six inches, and a man's dark-moustachioed face appeared. "Vous desirez, Messieurs?"
"Certainement, certainement, all I want is my l'argent," said Penoyer. The money was paid, the receipt given, and then, as Penoyer hesitated a moment, Ashmore said, "Are you waiting to be helped out, sir?" "No, monsieur, si vous plait, I have tree letters from madam, which will give you one grande satisfaction to read."
Orme and I bowed our assent, and Washington thanked him with a trembling voice. He was soon wandering again, this time, apparently, among the scenes of his earlier manhood. "Messieurs de la Garde Française," he cried, "tirez, s'il vous plait!" "Ah," murmured Orme, "he is at Fontenoy." And again, "Poor Fanny, I always thought she would play till she would be forced to tuck herself up."
The general with the bandaged head bent forward as though running away from some danger, and, making long, quick strides with his thin legs, went up to Kutuzov. "Vous voyez le malheureux Mack," he uttered in a broken voice. Kutuzov's face as he stood in the open doorway remained perfectly immobile for a few moments.
Vous vous êtes donné la peine de naître! In that sentence one can hear far off, but distinct the flash and snap of the guillotine. To those happy listeners, though, no such sound was audible. Their speculations went another way.
But in the evening, when Octavia sings an absurd college song, with a mixture of French and English words, they enjoy the fun; and immediately set to work to learn: "Oh, Jean Baptiste, pourquoi vous grease My little dog's nose with tar? Madame, je grease his nose with tar Because he have von grand catarrh, Madame, je grease his nose Parcequ'il he vorries my leetle fite chat."
She unlocked a heavy, white-washed door into a dusty, dim vestibule, and then proceeded to lock me in, pointing to another door at the farther end, saying, as she returned to her savory stew pot on the iron stove, "Montez, Montez, vous trouverez l'escalier." The heavy door swung to by a weight on a cord, and I was at the bottom step of the winding stairway of the tower.
The woman was peeling potatoes and recounting a history, the old man smoked, and fondled a cat, the apache lounged against the chimney with a cigarette dangling from his thin lips. A dog slept on the hearth; there were two love-birds in a green cage upon the wall. "S'il vous plait, madame " The three turned instantly and regarded her, all merriment gone, their eyes shrewd, alien, inquisitorial.
'Vous ne jouerez plus la comédie, an old monk said to me. Wouldn't it be splendid? Think of the stillness, and then the singing of the Office while the world is asleep, like the little birds at dawn. It would be simply and entirely to live for God!" "I do believe in a personal devil," muttered Canon Nicholls to himself, and Mark stared at him. "Now listen," he said.
She dropped my arm and dashed past the man who sought her help, and entered the place, where I followed as fast as my leg would let me. First she looked towards the child, which I suppose she expected to see under a sheet that would have just revealed the stark little form, but the little thing was smiling at her, weakly. "Je vous aime bien" he said.
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