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"He has found out the cleverest hand in France, the very fellow who helped Bouchard in all his five-franc pieces. He has promised to bring him to-night." "Ay, I remember," returned Gawtrey, "he told me this morning, he is a famous decoy!" "I think so, indeed!" quoth a coiner; "for he caught you, the best head to our hands that ever les industriels were blessed with sacre fichtre!"
"He is a charming personality, isn't he, Colibris?" asked Madame Chalumeau, folding the letter and beaming with satisfaction. "I am curious to see this lady. The daughter of a Count, fichtre! And very beautiful. That must please Victor; he has an eye for beauty." "Yes, yes," returned Jacques Colibris absently, filling his glass with cider, "it is an excellent thing.
"Fichtre!" exclaimed Jean, "we must get up and report ourselves to the first sergeant before noon." He uttered a smothered cry of pain as he jumped to the floor and began to dress. "Before noon!" said Weiss. "Are you aware that it is seven o'clock in the evening? You have slept about twelve hours." Great heavens, seven o'clock! They were thunderstruck.
And amidst this display of appetite, increased tenfold by fatigue, and of eager haste to fill one's stomach in order to return to the Grotto more quickly, there was a corpulent ecclesiastic who in no wise hurried, but ate of every dish with prudent slowness, crunching his food with a ceaseless, dignified movement of the jaws. "Fichtre!" exclaimed M. de Guersaint, "it is by no means cool in here.
"Fichtre!" exclaimed Honore, "I shall have the pleasure of sleeping on the soft side of a plank in the guard-house unless I make haste back to roll-call. Good-night adieu, everybody!"
Yes, indeed! for years and years, if you had only been with us out there in Africa, sir, at Mascara, at Biskra, at Dellys, after that in Grand Kabylia, after that again at Laghouat, you would have seen those dirty niggers run like deer as soon as we showed our faces. And at Sebastopol, sir, fichtre! you wouldn't have said it was the pleasantest place in the world.
I cannot remember, not enough to distinguish between them." "Fichtre! But this is most devilishly irritating. To think that I have to do with a man so stupid such an idiot, such an ass!" "At least you know how the berths were occupied, how many in each, and which persons? Yes? You can tell me that? Well, go on.
"Fichtre!" ejaculated Gavroche. "They are killing my dead men for me." A second bullet struck a spark from the pavement beside him. A third overturned his basket. Gavroche looked and saw that this came from the men of the banlieue.
"/Fichtre/!" exclaimed M. de Guersaint, "it is by no means cool in here. All the same, I shall be glad of something to eat, for I've felt a sinking in the stomach ever since I have been at Lourdes. And you are you hungry?" "Yes, yes, I shall eat," replied Pierre, though, truth to tell, he felt quite upset. The /menu/ was a copious one.
As for the herds, no one had the faintest idea where they might be upon the crowded roads, and famine was staring the army in the face. Loubet stretched himself and plaintively replied: "Ah, fichtre, yes! No more roast goose for us now." The squad was out of sorts and sulky. Men couldn't be expected to be lively on an empty stomach.
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