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Adam said good-bye and went away. An hour later, going down the Fontenoy road, he came upon a small brown figure, seated, hands over knees, among the blackberry bushes. "Why, you partridge!" he exclaimed. "You little brown prairie-hen, what are you doing so far from home? Blackberries aren't ripe." "No," said Vinie. "I was just a-walking down the road, and I just walked on. I wasn't tired.
Fontenoy laughed a strange, high laugh, like a jay's, that seemed to have no relation to his massive frame, and died suddenly away. "But we shall beat him," he said quietly; "and her, too. A well-meaning woman but what a foolish one!" George made no reply.
Only once or twice, in the fortnight that she had been at Fontenoy, had she entered the library, and it was the room of all others that she loved. She thought now of the old green chair and of her father's portrait, and of every loved and dreamed-of detail, and she felt shut out in the dusk and chill. A sensation of strangeness crept over her.
He is held one of the best officers among the red-coats, a special friend and favourite of the Elector himself, and of that dreadful hero, the Duke of Cumberland, who has been summoned from his triumphs at Fontenoy to come over and devour us poor Highlanders alive. Has he been telling you how the bells of St. James's ring? Not "turn again, Whittington," like those of Bow, in the days of yore?
In 1748 it found an illustrious tenant in the person of Maurice de Saxe, the victor of Fontenoy, who, however, two years after he had taken possession of it, terminated a life which would have been longer had he been less determined to make it agreeable. The Revolution, of course, was not kind to Chambord.
It was on the eve of the battle of Fontenoy that Henri sought an interview with Heloise, who occupied a gay pavilion near her father's tent. He found her alone and weeping. "Mademoiselle," said he, "you are unhappy. Will you permit a friend to inquire the cause of your sorrow?" "Can you ask me, Monsieur de Grandville!
There has been some wild talk of suicide, apparently mere bombast, of course, like so much of it, but she has been alarmed." "Do you propose, then, to go yourself?" "I am of no use," said Fontenoy, decisively. Maxwell had cause to know that the statement was true, and did not press him. They fell into a rapid consultation. Meanwhile, Marcella had drawn Mrs.
His only fear was lest, through precipitancy, or the interference of others, he should be hindered from obtaining from Fontenoy the satisfaction he demanded, if that be rightly satisfaction which consists in killing or wounding another, or in being killed or wounded oneself. He never left the barracks for many days after this, but relapsed into his old moody ways.
Royal Highness, hitching back and back, had got to Hameln, a strong place of his on the safe side of the Weser; and did at last, Hanover itself being now nigh, call halt; and resolve to make a stand. Royal Highness is much swollen into obesity, into flabby torpor; a changed man since Fontenoy times; shockingly inactive, they say, in this post at Hastenbeck.
We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us. Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. Fontenoy, eh? And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa. But what did we ever get for it? The French! says the citizen.
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