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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Don't you understand?" I say hotly. "I want water Wasser! De l'eau Aqua!" The waiter starts at the last word and takes up a clay carafe. The Baron shakes his head and gives some brief command in Spanish. The servant looks sulky and puts down the bottle. "What do you mean?" I say, with still smarting tongue. "Is it Spanish etiquette to ask a lady to supper and then refuse her a glass of water?"
The other bent his head in acquiescence. "I asked for nothing but a hiding-place, secrecy, and water," returned he. "I will bring you some directly," said the Marquis, shutting the door cautiously. He groped his way down into the salon for a lamp before going to the kitchen to look for a carafe. "Well, what is it?" the Marquise asked quickly. "Nothing, dear," he returned coolly.
It was not the custom for young girls to go upon the streets unaccompanied. Even when she paid a visit, Alyrus or one of the other slaves was waiting in the ante-chamber, to obey her lightest call. The other slave, who followed Alyrus with a glass carafe of iced water, was named Alexis.
Their meals are scanty, but even of these they eat sparingly; and though each is allowed a small carafe of wine, many refrain from this indulgence. Without doubt, the most of mankind grossly overeat themselves; our meals serve not only for support, but as a hearty and natural diversion from the labour of life.
Here were two copies of the Christian Herald, some emigration pamphlets, a carafe of water covered by an inverted tumbler dusty with disuse, and three elderly females presumably gentlewomen, possibly distressed, but not advertising either condition.
But he drew himself up by an effort and saluted Lorraine with a punctilious deference that still had a touch of jauntiness to it the jauntiness of a youthful cavalry officer in the presence of a pretty woman. Old Pierre, who had witnessed the episode from the butler's window, came limping down the path, holding a glass and a carafe of brandy. "You are right, Pierre," said Jack.
The water remaining in the carafe had been examined by the medical witnesses, and had been declared by them to be perfectly pure. The claret had been untouched. The poison could, therefore, have only been introduced to the baronet's room in the glass; and the butler protested that no one but himself and his assistant had access to the place in which the glass had been kept.
They opened their eyes and looked about them in astonishment. Ganimard questioned them; they remembered nothing. "But you must have seen some one?" "No." "Can't you remember?" "No, no." "Did you drink anything?" They considered a moment, and then one of them replied: "Yes, I drank a little water." "Out of that carafe?" "Yes." "So did I," declared the other. Ganimard smelled and tasted it.
He insisted upon drinking three glasses of kummel why had they not poured in maple sirup? and, imagining that Jocquelet looked at him askance, he suddenly manifested the intention of cutting his head open with the carafe.
So, gently he was raised and laid on the couch. By the time this was done, the woman returned with a bottle of spirits. "Now," he said, "water and a glass." The young girl ran and fetched a carafe of water and a tumbler, standing on a table by the wall. Her hands shook as she handed it to Fergus. "Are you sure that he is not dead, sir?" she asked, in a hushed voice. "Quite sure.
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