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Blondin saw that there was not sufficient depth in a passage which he had intended to traverse. With a shout to the steersman he thrust his pole over the side with all his might. The obedient craft turned as if on a pivot, and would have gone straight into a safe stream in another second, if Blondin's pole had not stuck fast either in mud or between two rocks.
He was not handsome, she reflected, but surely there had never been keener or pleasanter gray eyes, and a mouth so strong when it was in repose, so honest when it smiled. Not like Ward's ready and incessant laughter, not like Royal Blondin's carefully calculated amusement.
And the rumble of the heavy, gilded carts gave an undertone to the sound. Bagley & Blondin's great moral and scientific show was making its street parade, prior to the performance. Tim Reardon stood between Henry Burns and Jack Harvey on a street corner, with George Warren close by. Tim Reardon's eyes seemed likely to pop clean out of his head. "There he is!
Nina interpolated, ecstatically. "We're not sure that we'll let Francesca and Amy come," Blondin pursued. "Maybe we won't let them know anything about it! And everybody has to wear costumes, so that the picture won't be spoiled." "He doesn't like Amy and Francesca," Nina confessed, with a guilty little laugh. "Not at all. I like them very much." Blondin's languid, rich voice corrected her.
He bent his lanky form almost double, took a magnificent sweep with the oar, and seconded Blondin's shove so ably that we passed the danger like an arrow, with nothing but a slight graze. That danger past we were on the brink of another, almost before we had time to think.
There are inconsistencies in his pages more glaring than anything we can imagine outside real life. The average artist, dealing with these manifestations, is a spectacle for pity, as the average man would be on Blondin's tight rope. The faintest deviation, the most momentary uncertainty of footing, a doubt, even, and it is all over. But Meredith never falters.
He was an admirable soldier, as I have said; but haughty, dissolute, and a drunkard. Le Blondin's captain was his sworn enemy, and his punishments were frequent and severe. They WERE to be wanted, and that soon. Le Blondin had organised a great and extraordinary conspiracy.
I saw him crossing the excavated hall, crossing it along a plank, slowly and cautiously. His attitude was very like Blondin's, but it had a certain tragic dignity which Blondin's lacked. And that was the last I saw of him. I hailed a cab and drove away. What became of the poor fellow I do not know. Often as I returned to the ruin, and long as I loitered by it, him I never saw again.
Lines in huge coloured letters, extending across the top of the board, proclaimed the subject of the display: Bagley & Blondin's Gigantic Circus Two Colossal Aggregations in One Stupendous Startling Scintillating Moral Scientific Applauded by all the Crowned Heads of Europe. The pictorial nightmare that bore evidence to the veracity of these assertions was indeed wonderful and convincing.
But if he was the only man in the world" and to his surprise, she slowly got to her feet, and spoke as if to herself, her eyes fixed far away "I would sooner kill him than marry him!" she said. Richard sat genuinely dumfounded. Her beauty, her assurance, and the cleverness with which she had managed that Blondin's allegiance should be temporarily shifted from his own daughter, held him mute.
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