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"Sir, there is no mistake! But, when I have got the money, if you like to have the lady you are welcome to her." "Monstre!" again muttered the fair Adele. "The long and the short of it," said Monsieur Favart, "is that Monsieur Bihl is a brave garcon, and has been half over the world as a courier." "A courier!" exclaimed several voices. "Madame was nursery-governess to an English milord.
Lafont page 617. US edition P. 69. "The War Committee is composed of engineer and staff-officers, of which the principal are Meussuer, Favart, St. Fief, d'Arcon, Lafitte-Clave and a few others. Andre Michel, "Correspondance de Mallet-Dupan avec la Cour de Vienne," I., 26.
"Follow me close get to the door of the cellar-place eight men within hearing of my whistle recollect the picklocks, the axes. If you hear the whistle, break in; if not, I'm safe, and the first orders to seize the captain in his room stand good." So saying, Favart strode after his guide.
Favart, Stephen, Anton, and the diminutive François had nimbly clambered down the mountain. Houses were already seen burning in the distance, the cry of murder from the inhabitants mingled with the rejoicing shouts of the victors and the clashing of arms.
If I don't return by four o'clock, don't wait for me, but proceed at once. Look well to your primings. Take him alive, if possible at the worst, dead. And now anon ami lead on!" The traitor nodded, and walked slowly down the street. Favart, pausing, whispered hastily to the man whom he had called Gilbert,
When is the cauffle expected to arrive?" "It may heave in sight at any moment," I answered. "Therefore it is advisable that you should lose no time in obeying Captain Lenoir's instructions." "Trust me, I am not a man to lose time," answered Favart with a boisterous laugh. "Lenoir knows he may rely upon me. I suppose we ought to go fully armed?"
This man I took to be Monsieur Favart, the chief mate; so stepping up to him where he stood, at the break of the monkey poop, I raised my hat politely and said: "Have I the pleasure to address Monsieur Favart, the chief mate of this vessel?" "Certainly, monsieur," he answered, bringing his piercing black eyes to bear upon me.
To judge by your eyelashes your own hair has been a handsomer colour." "We seek disguise, not beauty, my host; and the police have sharp eyes." "C'est juste: buvez, donc-vieux Renard! When did we two meet last?" "Never, that I know of." "Ce n'est pas vrai! buvez, donc, MONSIEUR FAVART!"
They are blood-thirsty men." Young Stephen drew out a little flute and blew upon it a spiritual song, which sounded pleasingly far through the mountains. "Leave off that godless blowing," said Favart. "Why godless?" asked Edmond.
Monsieur Favart turned round and saw the Pole making himself as small as possible behind the goodly proportions of Madame Beavor. "What name does that gentleman go by?" "So vo lofski, the heroic Pole," cried Madame Beavor, with sundry misgivings at the unexpected cowardice of so great a patriot. "Hein! take care of yourselves, ladies. I have nothing against that person this time.
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