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We are boasters, perhaps; but we've got more love of adventure, more wish to see the world, and do something big in it. They're talkers, you know, in the Midi, and they tell of what they've done. I heard them at Cassis when I was a boy, and one day I saw a Zouave in front of the inn balcony, where folks come on fête days to eat the bouillabaisse.
Cultus complectitur omnia, quae studio et arte eis, quae natura instituit, adduntur. Cassis aut galea. Equi conspicui. Cf. Caes. Sed nec variare. Such is on the whole the most satisfactory explanation of this difficult passage, which we can give after a careful examination. A different version was given in the first edition. It refers not to battle, but to equestrian exercises, cf.
"It was," said Barraclough and swivelled round to face Cassis. "I've said frankly that until I get the concession no one but myself will be told the map reference. That's absolute." Cassis sniffed. "It was a pity you didn't get the concession when you made the discovery." "You know quite well that I wasn't sure.
The American's head and shoulders appeared above the crowd. He was offering Estuary Rails at fourpence three farthings. Catching sight of Nugent Cassis he broke into a grin, shook his head sadly and asked: "Coming to join the party?" "We are," replied Mr. Torrington, "in the form of purchasers. I'll buy at four-three." The American frowned. "Say, you serious, Mr. Wise Man?" "Perfectly."
"Yes, yes, but was there not dear me, it's so long ago I've almost forgotten was there not some floral Lingua Franca Ah! the language of flowers." Cassis snorted, but Cranbourne was at the book shelves in an instant. "It's printed at the back of dictionaries," he said. "Here's one!" He took out a volume and turned over the pages as he spoke. "This is it. Rose Love. Yellow rose jealousy.
"Then I should retire from business before you waste any more money," said Cassis with surprising venom. But Mr. Torrington did not resent the remark since he knew how nerves affect certain dispositions. The arrival of Lord Almont Frayne, resplendent from the Opera, relieved the situation of tension.
The drinking groups crowded close to one another. Some groups, by the casks, had to wait a quarter of an hour before being able to order their drinks of Pere Colombe. "Hallo! It's that aristocrat, Young Cassis!" cried My-Boots, bringing his hand down roughly on Coupeau's shoulder. "A fine gentleman, who smokes paper, and wears shirts!
Lord Almont had a sense of the market and his intelligence was not entirely devoted to matters sartorial. "Anybody have anything? No. Too early? Infernally hot in here. Mind if we have a window up?" Cassis was only just in time to lodge an objection. Lord Almont pointed to the street. "Here comes old Cranbourne bobbing along. Shall we wait?" Mr.
It is the good woman of the inn who offers something to her curate: "'What can I do for you, Monsieur le Curé? asked the landlady, as she reached down from the chimney one of the copper candlesticks placed with their candles in a row. 'Will you take something? A thimbleful of cassis? A glass of wine? "The priest declined very politely.
He "doubted if the dear old sportsman could endure the idea of being protected at such a cost." "No, damn it all," he concluded. "Why should we split the prize?" "We can't juggle with men's lives," urged Cranbourne. "It's insanity to wilt at the last moment," said Cassis. Up went Lord Almont's hand. "I vote against," he said. Rather piteously Cranbourne appealed to his chief.
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