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She had come into his life as a piece of driftwood floats to shore on the edge of a wave, and gone out of it as noiselessly. Vladimir did not discuss his private affairs, so that among all the conspirators Emile alone knew, and it was Emile alone who guessed the truth. "Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse." For some days Arithelli had not seen Emile, and she had wondered.
"Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse." His mouth twisted into a cynical smile. She had been a true prophetess when she had written that. He tore the picture across, and threw it upon the rest of the débris. The Roumanoff would never haunt his dreams again. Her portrait was easily destroyed. A flimsy thing of print and paper, as slight and fragile as herself.
But we don't cheer, for it is too monotonous; and as for the poor Tories where be the wild shouts of "Gag, gag!" with which they rent the general air their hoarse cries of "Shame, shame" their open and foul taunts in the face of the G.O.M.? Silent sombre dogged we go through the dreary round. Tout casse tout passe tout lasse.
"He'll find them one day, mes chers," grunted the big blacksmith at St. Anne's. "He'll do anything, that man. Le bon Diable is his papa. Hein? Voyez, mon petit stupide! Last week, because he needs no more and because the devil likes him, he finds gold again in the Nez Cassé! Nom d'un gros porc! But who has dreamed to find gold in the Nez Cassé? Oho!
The French Admiral, Du Casse, though fully expecting to be captured, for he was well aware of the cause, wrote to Admiral Benbow a pithy letter, saying that he had indeed thought that night to have supped in the Englishman's cabin, but as he had escaped through the cowardice of some of his enemy's captains, he advised him to hang them up forthwith.
If Nestor's speech is a late interpolation, if its late author borrowed his vivid account of the Maceman and his casse- tete from the mere word "maceman" in VII. 9, he must be credited with a lively poetic imagination. Few or none of these reminiscences of Nestor are really "inapplicable to the context." Here the context demands encouragement for heroes who shun a challenge.
It caught the public fancy as no other work of his caught it, and on the strength of its popularity many of the critics do not hesitate to call it a great symphony, and on the strength of the symphony Tschaikowsky a great composer. It is true that the Casse Noisette suite is always applauded, but it is a trifling work compared with his best.
The picture was signed Marie Roumanoff, and on the back was written "Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse!" There were songs too scrawled with love-messages in Emile's handwriting. She pored over them with a vivid interest quite unmingled with any thought of jealousy. Emile always said that no revolutionist ever wasted time or thought on women. After all, if she were shot to-morrow who would care?
That headed Child of Storm is the second. These pages form the third and last. Ah! indeed, tout lasse, tout casse, tout passe! Now I shall pass over all the Zulu record of the next four years, since after all it has nothing to do with my tale and I do not pretend to be writing a history.
"Sir, I had little hopes on Monday last but to have supped in your cabin, but it pleased God to order it otherwise. I am thankful for it. As for those cowardly captains who deserted you, hang them up, for by God they deserve it. Yours, Du Casse." The opinion of the nautical poets of the time is well shown in one of those sea-songs which have done so much to keep up the spirits of British tars.
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