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Updated: June 4, 2025
Cigarette, flirting with the other officers, drinking champagne by great glassfuls, eating bonbons from one, sipping another's soup, pulling the limbs of a succulent ortolan to pieces with a relish, and devouring truffles with all the zest of a bon-vivant, did not lose a word, and catching the inflection of Chateauroy's voice, settled with her own thoughts that "Bel-a-faire-peur" was not a fair field or a smooth course with his Colonel.
All these taught no caution to any nature normally without it; and the chief thing that his regiment had loved in him whom they named Bel-a-faire-peur from the first day that he had bound his red waist-sash about his loins, and the officers of the bureau had looked over the new volunteer, murmuring admiringly in their teeth "This gallant will do great things!" had been that all he had was given, free as the winds, to any who asked or needed.
To make a dash at the boy, though to linger a moment was to risk certain death; to send his steel through an Arab who came in his way; to lean down and catch hold of the lad's sash; to swing him up into his saddle and throw him across it in front of him, and to charge afresh through the storm of musket-balls, and ride on thus burdened, was the work of ten seconds with "Bel-a-faire-peur."
But this defect in him was counterbalanced by the lavishness with which his pay was lent, given, or spent in the very moment of its receipt. If a man of his tribu wanted anything, he knew that Bel-a-faire-peur would offer his last sous to aid him, or, if money were all gone, would sell the last trifle he possessed to get enough to assist his comrade.
Now, if only one of them little bits smarts, the whole creature goes wrong there's the mischief." Bel-a-faire-peur listened thoughtfully to his comrade where he lay flung full-length on the skins. "I dare say you are right enough. I knew nothing of my men when when I was in England; we none of us did; but I can very well believe what you say.
"Hola!" cried the Marquis, "thou art not generally so coy with thy kisses, petite." Cigarette tossed her head. "I don't like bad clarets after good! I've just been with your Corporal, 'Bel-a-faire-peur'; you are no beauty after him, M. le Colonel."
He was "dead"; therein had lain all his security; thereby had "Beauty of the Brigades" been buried beyond all discovery in "Bel-a-faire-peur" of the 2nd Chasseurs d'Afrique.
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