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"Here, I think, Dard," said Josephine sweetly. Dard grinned malignantly, and drove in his spade. "It will never be much bigger than a stinging nettle," thought he, "for the roots of the oak have sucked every atom of heart out of this." His black soul exulted secretly. Jacintha stood by Dard, inspecting his work; the sisters intertwined, a few feet from him.
That means you promised to dig in the aristocrat's garden this afternoon, so march! Here, then, is one that has gained nothing by kings being put down, for I am ruled with a mopstick of iron. Thank your stars, citizen, that you are not in may place." "Dard," retorted Jacintha, "if you don't like your place, I'd quit it. There are two or three young men down in the village will be glad to take it."
"That is an unlucky guess of yours, for I saw the last number. Look here," and he fumbled in his pocket, and produced his number. La Croix instantly fished out a corresponding number. "Well, and here you are; this was the last number drawn." Dard burst out laughing. "You goose!" said he, "that is sixty-six look at it."
You are too great a credit to the French army for even an apparent slight to be put on you here. The rule, I think, is, that one of the privates shall hold the hat. Hallo! Private Dard, come here there hold this hat." "Yes, colonel. Lord, here is my young mistress's husband!" "Silence!"
"Are the interrogations still going on? Then let's have a look-in at them." The big double doors at the end of the shed were barred on the inside. Krador Arv unlocked a small side door, letting Vall, Dalla and Gathon Dard out.
The demoiselles De Beaurepaire wore a tender look of interest and pity when they caught sight of Dard, and on the old woman courtesying to them they courtesied to her and Dard. The next moment they were close to him, one a little to his right, the other to his left, and two pair of sapphire eyes with the mild lustre of sympathy playing down incessantly upon him. How was he? How had he slept?
Jacintha smiled at this enthusiastic denial, and also because her sex is apt to smile when words are used they do not understand. "Dard is a fool," suggested Riviere, by way of general solution. He added, "And yet, do you know I wish every word he said had been true." Do you not?" These simple words seemed to touch a grander chord in Jacintha's nature.
"Now, sergeant, didn't I tell you the colonel must have got the better of his wound, and got into the battery?" "It's false, Private Dard; don't I know our colonel better than that? Would ever he have let those colors out of his hand, if there had been an ounce of life left in him?" "He died at the foot of the battery, I tell you." "Then why didn't we find him?"
The ladies, as they walked, saw a man wheeling a barrow across the park, and took no particular notice; but, as Riviere was making for the same point they were, though at another angle, presently the barrow came near enough for them to see Dard's head and arms in it. Rose was the first to notice this. "Look! look! if he is not wheeling Dard in the barrow now." "Who?" "Can you ask?
He did not conclude his threat, for just then he observed that a strapping girl, with a basket at her feet, was standing against the corner of the Auberge, in a mighty careless attitude, but doing nothing, so most likely listening with all her ears and soul. Dard, however, did not see her, his back being turned to her as he sat; so he replied at his ease,
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