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"Here, you leave that alone: that's not our flag, and if you string it up, we'll string you up, bagosh!" he roared. Ferrol's heavy walking-stick was in his right hand. "Let go my arm- quick!" he said quietly. He was no coward, and these people were, and he knew it. The habitant drew back. "Get off the platform," he said with quiet menace.
This shoulder jibs a bit since the bear-baiting." Lavilette was naturally prejudiced in Ferrol's favour; and this deliberate and straightforward patriotism more pleased than offended him. His own patriotism was not a deep or lasting thing: vanity and a restless spirit were its fountains of inspiration.
If she had been really observant she would have seen that Ferrol's tendency was towards an appearance of confidential friendliness with almost everybody. Great ideas had entered Madame's head, but they were vaguely defining themselves in Christine's mind also. Where might not this friendship with Ferrol lead her? Something occurred in the midst of the dancing which gave a new turn to affairs.
Something in the pose of the body, in the curve of the arm, struck Nicolas strangely. He moved almost in front of Ferrol. There came back to him mechanically the remembrance of a piece of silver on the butt of one of the highwayman's pistols! The same piece of silver was on the butt of Ferrol's pistol. It startled him; but he almost laughed to him self at the absurdity of the suggestion.
If she had been really observant she would have seen that Ferrol's tendency was towards an appearance of confidential friendliness with almost everybody. Great ideas had entered Madame's head, but they were vaguely defining themselves in Christine's mind also. Where might not this friendship with Ferrol lead her? Something occurred in the midst of the dancing which gave a new turn to affairs.
"It is no concern of the world," answered Shangois, stretching up his throat, for he still felt the pressure of Ferrol's fingers "only of the girl and her brother. The girl I saved her once before from your friend Vanne Castine, and I will save her from you but, yes! It is nothing to the world, to Bonaventure, that you are a robber; it is everything to her.
Its movements became swifter, its vicious teeth and lips were covered with froth, which dripped to the floor, and sometimes spattered Ferrol's clothes as he ran past. No matador ever played with the horns of a mad bull as Ferrol played his deadly game with Michael, the dancing bear. His breath was becoming shorter and shorter; he had a stifling sensation, a terrible tightness across his chest.
He was entirely too good-natured to take exception to Ferrol's easy-going admiration of Sophie. Ferrol spoke excellent French, and soon found points of pleasant contact with Monsieur Lavilette, who, despite the fact that he had coarsened as the years went on, had still upon him the touch of family tradition, which may become either offensive pride or defensive self-respect.
"Here, you leave that alone: that's not our flag, and if you string it up, we'll string you up, bagosh!" he roared. Ferrol's heavy walking-stick was in his right hand. "Let go my arm-quick!" he said quietly. He was no coward, and these people were, and he knew it. The habitant drew back. "Get off the platform," he said with quiet menace.
On the contrary, though an alliance with Christine now seemed unlikely, because of the state of Ferrol's health and his religion and nationality, it pleased her to think that it might have been. When she had passed into the house, Ferrol sat down on the broad window- sill, and looked out the way Christine had gone.
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