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Waiting for no challenge, and faithful to his policy, he flung himself from his horse at the outer gate with every appearance of haste. "In the King's name," he cried, scarcely giving himself time to light upon his feet and holding fast by Paul Beaufoy's formula. "To His Majesty, Monsieur La Mothe and I quickly now." As he more than half expected, the very importunity staggered opposition.
It was Villon who spoke. "Yes, but I do not recognize your right to see them." "My right, then," said La Mothe, "since it is against me they are directed." "Certainly; no doubt you can identify the writing." "I can," answered Ursula, stretching out her hand for the paper which would have been Beaufoy's passport to promotion but for his unlucky appetite. But it was withheld in obvious hesitation.
Ever since he had come in sight of Valmy an uncomfortable sense of friendlessness had haunted him with the unreasoning horror of a nightmare, and Beaufoy's welcoming smile was like the wakening into sunshine. "Dieu merci! but I am thankful you have come," he said, but speaking softly so that no sounds passed through the curtained door at his back.
You'll not ask me to give an account of myself a second time." "That is Valmy all over! Give up my advantage that you may gain! And who are you with your musts and demands?" "My name is Beaufoy " "Then you are not from Valmy," broke in the other, running on Beaufoy's name, "for no faith, beau, bonne, or belle, ever came out of Valmy." With a shrug of his shoulders Beaufoy turned on his heel.
Ah! your eyes have a tongue of their own. You cannot have lived very long in Valmy, my ingenuous friend. Why to Amboise? You won't tell? But, by God, you shall! Do you think I'll be baulked for a scruple?" His hand crept to his hilt as he spoke; now, with a swift wrench the blade was out and its point at Beaufoy's throat. "Come, your message?" But Beaufoy only shook his head.
"That is my affair and the King's." Lurching forward in the saddle the elder man he was eight or ten years the senior shook his clenched gauntlet in Beaufoy's face, his own crimson from the gust of passion which suddenly swept across it. "The King! The King! The King!" he cried furiously. "Curse you and your King!
Beaufoy's letter, and he gave me a kind invitation to spend my time at his house until an opportunity should offer of prosecuting my journey.
Beaufoy's letter, and he gave me a kind invitation to spend my time at his house until an opportunity should offer of prosecuting my journey.
Amand road, he gave a little auberge his custom, comforting nature with an omelet while a fowl was being put on the spit. But because custom such as Paul Beaufoy's came that way but seldom the fowl was slow to come by, yet slower to cook, and more time went to its eating than would have been to Paul Beaufoy's advantage had the King known the excellence of his appetite.
Beaufoy's letter, when the doctor gave him a kind invitation to spend his time at his house at Pisania, until an opportunity should offer of prosecuting his journey. This invitation was too acceptable to be refused. Pisania is a small village in the king of Yany's dominions, established by British subjects, as a factory for trade, and inhabited solely by them and their black servants.
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