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Any relation to Roderick d'Enville?" "My father, sire." "He was my school-fellow at the Ecole Polytechnique. Embrace me!" And the Emperor fell upon my neck in the presence of his entire staff.
"No, sire," I said, proudly. "A spy?" I placed my hand upon my sword, but a gesture from the Emperor bade me forbear. "You are a brave man," he said. I took my snuff-box from my pocket, and, taking a pinch, replied by handing it, with a bow, to the Emperor. His quick eye caught the cipher on the lid. "What! a D'Enville? Ha! this accounts for the purity of your accent.
On a lofty crag, overlooking the hoarse Atlantic, stands "Denville's Shot Tower," a corruption by the peasantry of "D'Enville's Chateau," so called from my great- grandfather, Phelim St. Remy d'Enville, who assumed the name and title of a French heiress with whom he ran away.
When I was nineteen years old my father sold the Chateau d'Enville and purchased my commission in the "Fifty-sixth" with the proceeds. "I say, Denville," said young McSpadden, a boy-faced ensign, who had just joined, "you'll represent the estate in the Army, if you won't in the House." Poor fellow, he paid for his meaningless joke with his life, for I shot him through the heart the next morning.
Any relation to Roderick d'Enville?" "My father, sire." "He was my schoolfellow at the Ecole Polytechnique. Embrace me!" And the Emperor fell upon my neck in the presence of his entire staff.
The little village of Pilwiddle is one of the smallest and obscurest hamlets on the western coast of Ireland. On a lofty crag, overlooking the hoarse Atlantic, stands "Denville's Shot Tower" a corruption by the peasantry of D'Enville's Chateau, so called from my great-grandfather, Phelim St. Kemy d'Enville, who assumed the name and title of a French heiress with whom he ran away.
"No, sire," I said proudly. "A spy?" I placed my hand upon my sword, but a gesture from the Emperor bade me forbear. "You are a brave man," he said. I took my snuff-box from my pocket, and, taking a pinch, replied by handing it, with a bow, to the Emperor. His quick eye caught the cipher on the lid. "What! a D'Enville? Ha! this accounts for the purity of your accent.
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