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These quarrels were at first rather pleasant to me, and gave me no small hopes; but after a repeated renewal of them I became rather anxious, as they were always followed by impetuous reconciliations, which exploded suddenly into kisses and lascivious whisperings. M. d'Anquetil could hardly bear my presence.
I am quite satisfied so long as I am not reproached too vehemently. Such violence does not lie in my habits, and as you can see, sir, I am better fitted to lecture from the chair of a college on belles-lettres than I am to fight with lackeys at the corner of a street." "Oh!" replied M. d'Anquetil, "that's not the worst of the whole business.
They struggled passionately for some small silver pieces M. d'Anquetil threw among them, fell to the ground, and rolled in the dust. "It's painful to look on these people," said Jahel with a sigh. "'That pity," said M. Coignard, "suits you like a jewel, Mademoiselle Jahel; your sighs ornament your bosom heaving under them like a breath each of us would like to respire from your lips.
At once she got up, and, smiling amid her tears, took his arm and came with him to the dining-room, looking the very picture of a happy victim. She sat down between M. d'Anquetil and me, her head inclined on the shoulder of her lover the while her foot felt for mine under the table.
But I did not hear what he said, and continued to call Jahel, the while Friar Ange, having risen from his seat under the elm-tree, came up to the carriage door, and offered to M. d'Anquetil pictures of Saint Roch, a prayer to be recited during the shoeing of a horse, another against fever, and asked him for charity with a mournful voice.
I would give you many thanks not to fight him before the finishing touch has been given to that grand work." "To the deuce with your Zosimus," said M. d'Anquetil. "To the deuce with him! Do you hear, abbe! I'll send him to the deuce, as a king would do with his first mistress." And he sang: "Pour dresser un jeune courrier Et l'affermir sur l'etrier Il lui fallait une routiere Laire lan laire."
We lifted him up, all four of us, and put him with the greatest difficulty on the horse, where we tied him as securely as possible. And we went off. I held him on one side, M. d'Anquetil on the other. The postboy led the horse and carried the lantern. M. d'Asterac had returned to his carriage.
M. d'Anquetil knocked off the neck of a bottle on the corner of the table and filled our bumpers; from this moment on, I cannot give a reliable account of what was said and done around me.
The threatening carriage had disappeared at a turning of the road. But Jahel's uneasiness had, without his acknowledging it, impressed M. d'Anquetil, who ordered the postboys to hurry their horses, promising them extra good tips. And by an excess of care he passed to each of them a bottle of the wine that the abbe had placed in reserve in the bottom of the carriage.
"Don't bother," said my good tutor. "You'll soon find another, not different, or hardly differing in essentials, from her. What you look for in a woman, as it appears to me, is common to all females." "It is clear," said M. d'Anquetil, "that we are in danger: I of being sent to the Bastille, you, abbe, together with your pupil, Tournebroche, who certainly has not killed anybody, of being hanged."
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