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For one instant the placid blue eyes of Mr. Torrington were lit with a shiny white fire. "Van Diest will not be in this, Cassis," he said. "But look here, dear old Mr. Torrington," Lord Almont exclaimed. "Surely you agree that Barra ought to give us his trust." The old man smiled whimsically. "Think so?" he said. "I mean to say, we're not the kind of people to take advantage of a man." "Nonsense!
But he wanted to tell them now not to expect him that night, as he was invited to dine with a friend. Gervaise interrupted him suddenly: "Did I hear your friend call you Cadet-Cassis?" "Yes. That is a name they have given me, because when they drag me into a wineshop it is cassis I always take. I had as lief be called Cadet-Cassis as Mes-Bottes, any time."
Our opponents have made certain dispositions to prevent his safe arrival those dispositions they are prepared to remove in consideration of a third interest." Cassis snorted violently. Actual propinquity with danger, the clash of mind against mind had in a large measure restored his self-possession. "Preposterous," he ejaculated. Hilbert Torrington continued.
The Couillards were also very surprised when she came in; the farmer's wife gave two pecks at her ears and insisted on her drinking a little glass of cassis; then she went in to breakfast. And that day passed like the previous one, only it was cold instead of damp, and the other days of the week were like the first two, and all the weeks of the month were like the first one.
"But consider how we shall be requited when Barraclough turns up with the concession." "If he turns up." "We shall know at eleven o'clock tonight." "That's purely hypothetical." "My dear Cassis, the world is made up of hypotheses dreams that sometimes come true. What are you doing with your holdings in Estuary?" "I'm selling." The old man's eyes blazed. "On the contrary, my friend.
Chateau Cassis would be a good name for these finer vintages, seeing that the harmless black currant enters largely into their composition, though not in sufficient quantity to render them wholly innocuous. Which suggests a little problem for the oenophilist.
He puffed at his cigar for a minute or two, and the hot look in his eyes became more definite, like a fanned flame. "You took a comrade?" "I took a wife, a girl of Cassis. A good girl she was then." He paused again, then continued, in rather a loud voice: "She was good, m'sieu, because she had seen nothing. That's often the way.
"Write this down." "Bluff," said he. "D'you think I'd let the man I love carry a secret I didn't share? Write this down." It was Van Diest who stepped forward with "I take her word. Go on." "Brewster's Series 19," cried Isabel. "Map 24." Instantly a condition of chaos ruled. Cassis cried to her to stop "for Heaven's sake." Someone else exclaimed "That European."
Suddenly she had ceased to see the pearls as trinkets finite and inapposite saw them as things presently transmutable into little marble tables, bocks, dominos, absinthes au sucre, shiny black portfolios with weekly journals in them, yellow staves with daily journals flapping from them, vermouths secs, vermouths cassis... "Mademoiselle is too amiable," she said, taking the pearls.
Martin kissed her on both cheeks, and then they made her drink a glass of noyau. She then went to the other farm. The Couillards also were surprised. Mrs. Couillard pecked her on the ears and she had to drink a glass of cassis. Then she went home to breakfast. The day went by like the previous day, cold instead of damp.
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