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CHICOT," says Tagrag, shaking his fist at the Baron: "look to yourself, you infernal mountebank, for, by Jupiter, I'll do my best!" And before Jemmy and the rest of us, who were quite bewildered, could say a word, these two friends were charging away, spears in hand, ready to kill each other.
Let us, then, take Cahors before he comes, that we may receive him well. Come, gentlemen, I will put myself at your head, and let the blows fall as thick as hail." The men replied to this speech by enthusiastic cries. "Well said," said Chicot to himself. "It was lucky he had not to speak with his hands, though, or he would have stammered finely. Let us see him at the work."
"I know no one but you and Chicot who are really my friends." "Well, brother." Henri looked at the duke as if a veil had fallen from his eyes. "Surely you would never consent, brother!
"What is it?" "I hardly like to call it out." "I will come down to you." He came down accordingly, with his hood drawn closely round his face, saying, as a sort of apology, "It is very cold this morning." "Yes," said Chicot, "there is a bitter wind. Well, monsieur, I am going away." "You told me that before!" "Yes, I know; but I leave a good deal of money behind me."
The much-desired inn soon appeared, but, to the surprise of Gorenflot, Chicot caused him to make a detour and pass round the back. At the front door were standing the three travelers. However, Gorenflot's troubles were near their end for that day, for after the detour they went on a mile, and then stopped at a rival hotel. Chicot took a room which looked on to the high-road, and ordered supper.
She went away, threatening to call the police. They could hear her protesting indignantly and cursing as she went her way. Maillochon held out the gun to his comrade, saying: "It's your turn, Chicot." Labouise aimed and fired.
"Certainly it is unintelligible," thought Chicot. He looked around; all the inhabitants of the street were at their windows, excepting those of the opposite house, which, as we have said, remained dark and quiet.
Almost before she had said it, Chicot had poured her out another glassful. She wished to refuse, but it was too late, and she drank it very slowly, like she had done the first, and he asked her to have a third. She objected, but he persisted.
"You hear, good M. Chicot," whispered Gorenflot, "this great prince is glad to see you." "Well?" "Well! in his happiness he would not refuse you a favor; ask for my pardon." "What! from Herod?" "Oh! silence, dear M. Chicot." "Well! sire, how many have you caught?" said Chicot, advancing. "Confiteor," said Gorenflot.
Let us have for chief a gentleman, a knight, rather a tyrant than a monk." "Gentlemen!" cried the Duc d'Anjou, hypocritically, "let me plead for my brother, who is led away. Let me hope that our wise remonstrances, that the efficacious intervention of the power of the League, will bring him back into the right path." "Hiss, serpent, hiss," said Chicot to himself.
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