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The boys who took his orders and loved the old fellow and knew he was sending them to their death! Well for him that he'll never know." "The 'altitude of heartbreak," sighed Mrs. Creve. The phrase was her own, for many a reason deeply known unto herself, but she gave it the effect of a quotation before the men. "Then you think there is no 'altitude' in ours?"
It was there she used to sit by the side of the composer of the musical follies which she sang in those days I thought she sang enchantingly. Those were the days of L'Oeil, Creve, and Chilperic. She once passed under the chestnut-trees of that dusty little bal de banlieue with me by her side, proud of being with her. She has gone and Julia Baron has gone; Hortense has outlived them all.
Kate, who believed everything that Dick told her, listened with a heightened temperature. At Margate the admirer of Herve's music became an American who wished to see Chilperic, Trone d'Ecosse, Le Petit Faust, L'Oeil Creve, Marguerite de Navarre, reproduced as they had been produced under the composer's direction when Dick was stage-manager at that theatre.
He would have been content that his wife should go through life with a herd of such worshippers following in her footsteps. He knew the aimless innocence, the almost infantine simplicity of the typical Johnnie, Chappie, Muscadin, Petit Creve, Gommeux call him by what name you will. From these he feared no evil. But in that one follower who gave no outward token of his worship he dreaded peril.
Jean" leaning forward with jaw protruding and a oneness of bristly eyebrows, "Ces grande messieurs qui ne foutent 'pas mal si l'on CREVE de faim, savez-vous ils croient chacun qu'il est Le Bon Dieu LUI-Meme. Et M'sieu' Jean, savez-vous, ils sont tous" leaning right in my face, the withered hand making a pitiful fist of itself "ils. Sont. Des.
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