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He picked up one of the knives and used it to pry the dead man's jaws apart, sniffing at his lips and looking into his mouth. "Look, his teeth and his tongue are discolored; there is a strange smell, too." Antrath Alv sniffed, then turned to his partner. "Halatane," he whispered. Gathon Dard nodded.
"Sixty-six!" roared the sergeant; "no more than yours is they are both sixty-sixes when you play tricks with them, and turn them up like that; but they are both ninety-nines when you look at them fair." Dard scratched his head. "Come," said the corporal, briskly, "make up his bundle, girl, and let us be off; we have got our marching orders; going to the Rhine."
"All right," said he, "there is no immortal glory to be picked up to-day, so I'll go in for odd jobs." While they were at this job a voice was heard hallooing. Dard looked up, and there was a rigid military figure, with a tremendous mustache, peering about. Dard was overjoyed. It was his friend, his boon-companion. "Come here, old fellow," cried he, "ain't I glad to see you, that is all?"
"Only thirty! Why, we settled more Prussians than that, I'll swear." "Oh! they carried off their dead." "Ay! but I don't see why they should carry our colonel off. His epaulets was all the thieves could do any good with. Stop! yet I do, Private Dard; I have a horrible suspicion. No, I have not; it is a certainty. What! don't you see, ye ninny? Thunder and thousands of devils, here's a disgrace.
It is a long way, and we must breakfast early or we shall not be back to dinner." "Do so, my child. I hope you will have a fine day: and mind you take plenty of wraps with you in case of a shower." At seven o'clock the next morning Camille and the two ladies took a hasty cup of coffee together instead of breakfast, and then Dard brought the caleche round.
The generous M. Dard, director of the French school, was not the last nor least who took an interest in us. As soon as he heard of the unfortunate news, he cordially offered my father all the money he had, and even endeavoured to get provisions for us from the government stores, but he failed.
Two soldiers came to the gate. They walked feebly, for one was lame, and leaned upon the other, who was pale and weak, and leaned upon a stick. "Soldiers," said Raynal, "and invalided." "Give them food and wine," said Josephine. Rose went towards them; but she had scarcely taken three steps ere she cried out, "It is Dard! it is poor Dard! Come in, Dard, come in."
And his roar ended in a whine, as when a dog runs barking out, and receives in full career a cut from his master's whip, his generous rage turns to whimper with ludicrous abruptness. "I was just talking of you, Jacintha," quavered Dard in conclusion. "I heard you, Dard," replied Jacintha slowly, softly, grimly. Dard withered.
All I told you was give me your honor not to betray us." "I swear it," said Edouard, a little pompously. "Then Dard was not so far from the truth; it was but a guess of his, for I never trusted my own sweetheart as I now trust a stranger. But to see what I see every day, and have no one I dare breathe a word to, oh, it is very hard! But on what a thread things turn!
In these excursions, Edouard was generally accompanied by a thick-set rustic called Dard, who, I believe, purposes to reveal his own character to you, and so save me that trouble.
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