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"Where is your Pere Leger?" asked Georges. "Over the way, at number 50. He couldn't get a place in the Beaumont diligence," said Pierrotin, still speaking to his porter and apparently making no answer to his customer; then he disappeared himself in search of Bichette.
"I haven't paid; I'll get out," said Georges, alarmed. "What are you waiting for, Pierrotin?" asked Pere Leger. Whereupon Pierrotin shouted a certain "Hi!" in which Bichette and Rougeot recognized a definitive resolution, and they both sprang toward the rise of the faubourg at a pace which was soon to slacken.
Comme milor Coralie! n'est ce pas que tu n'aimes que les hommes faits, ma bichette?" My lord said, with a grin, "You flatter me, Madame Brack."
The deuce! one doesn't get into that thing for pleasure; I have business that is devilishly pressing or I wouldn't trust my bones to it. And that horse, which you call Rougeot, he doesn't look likely to make up for lost time." "We are going to harness Bichette while those gentlemen take their coffee," replied Pierrotin. "Go and ask, you," he said to his porter, "if Pere Leger is coming with us "
"Ah ca! is he subject to such attacks, that master of yours?" said Mistigris, addressing the porter. "He has gone to fetch his feed from the stable," replied the porter, well versed in all the usual tricks to keep passengers quiet. "Well, after all," said Mistigris, "'art is long, but life is short' to Bichette."
Permit me to tell you those pears are hastening to be ready for you once more." "And Bichette, monsieur is dear old Bichette alive?" "She is alive, and draws the chair as well as ever. I hear you have a little son. He may love the old pony and chair as you used to love them." "Seeing you, monsieur, is like coming again to my home!" "I trust you may come soon." They spoke of fruit and cattle.
It starts to-morrow, I tell you; and I want at least eighteen passengers for it." "Ha, ha! a fine affair; it'll warm up the road," said the hostler. "A coach like that which runs to Beaumont, hey? Flaming! painted red and gold to make Touchard burst with envy! It takes three horses! I have bought a mate for Rougeot, and Bichette will go finely in unicorn.
Luckily, none of the bullets hit Philip; but poor Bichette lay in the agony of death. Three of the men came up and put an end to her with thrusts of the bayonet. "Cannibals! leave me the rug and my pistols," cried Philip in desperation.
Monsieur de Sucy replaced his sabre in its scabbard, took the bridle of the precious horse he had hitherto been able to preserve, and led it, in spite of the animal's resistance, from the wretched fodder it appeared to think excellent. "We'll start, Bichette, we'll start! There's none but you, my beauty, who can save Stephanie. Ha! by and bye you and I may be able to rest and die," he added.
Two or three soldiers looked at each other to justify their own indifference by that of others. Twice this scene had taken place before the eyes of the countess, who said nothing. When the various pieces of Bichette, placed here and there upon the embers, were sufficiently broiled, each man satisfied his hunger with the gluttony that disgusts us when we see it in animals.
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