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What has Breitmann to do with all this business?" "Will you permit me to polish my spectacles?" mildly asked M. Ferraud. "It's the deuce of a job to get you into a corner," Fitzgerald declared. "But I have your promise, and you should recollect that I know things which might interest Mr. Breitmann." "Croyez-vous qu'il pleuve?
Madame la Comtesse Ferraud found that by chance she had achieved for love a marriage that had brought her fortune and gratified ambition. Still young and handsome, Madame Ferraud played the part of a woman of fashion, and lived in the atmosphere of the Court.
The significance of the swift glance which was exchanged between M. Ferraud and Fitzgerald was not translatable to Laura, who alone caught it in its transit. An idea took possession of her, but this idea had nothing to do with the glance, which she forgot almost instantly. Woman has a way with a man; she leads him whither she desires, and never is he any the wiser.
M. Ferraud turned about, painfully conscious that he had been careless. Fitzgerald hove in sight. "Find him?" "Ashore!" said M. Ferraud, with a violent gesture. "Isn't it time to make known who he is?" "Not yet. It would start too many complications. Besides, I doubt if he has the true measurements." "There was ample time for him to make a copy." "Perhaps." "Mr. Ferraud?" "Well?"
He wished he had heard this story before. He would have left the women at home. Corsica was not wholly civilized, and who could tell what might happen there? Yes, the admiral had his doubts. "I should like to know the end of the story," said Breitmann musingly. "There is time," replied M. Ferraud; and of them all, only Fitzgerald caught the sinister undercurrent.
It is one of the privileges of old persons to compare the young with this or that parent. "You are flattering me. Dad used to say that I was as homely as a hedge-fence." "Now you're fishing, and I'm too old a fish to rise to such a cast." "I heard you sing in Paris a few years ago," said M. Ferraud. "Yes?" Hildegarde von Mitter wondered who this little man could be. "And you sing no more?" "No.
The avowal of these projects created an immediate alarm among those on whom the massacre of Ferraud, and the dangers to which the Assembly was exposed, had made no impression. The dismay became general; and in a few hours the aristocrats themselves collected together a force sufficient to liberate the Assembly,* and wrest the government from the hands of the Jacobins.
Breitmann rose presently and sauntered forward, while M. Ferraud snuggled down in his rugs again. The others entered into a game of deck-cricket. But M. Ferraud was not so ill that he was unable to steal from his cabin at half after nine, at night, without even the steward being aware of his departure.
"Women in affairs of this sort are always in the way," said Picard. M. Ferraud did not hear what Breitmann replied. "Take my word for it," pursued Picard, "this one will trip you; and you can not afford to trip at this stage. We are all ready to strike, man. All we want is the money. Every ten francs of it will buy a man.
"The man says he must take us back to-morrow, or leave us, as he has promised to return to Ajaccio to carry a party to Bonifacio," M. Ferraud explained. "Then, if we don't go to-morrow it means a week in this forsaken hole?" "It is possible." M. Ferraud turned to Carlo once more. "We will make it fifty francs per day." "Impossible, signore!" "Then you will return to-morrow without us."
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