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Then Martin found the loaves and the stockfish, and they filled themselves, washing down the meal with water, after which he dressed Foy's wounds, making a poultice for them out of the crumb of the bread, and doctored his own bruises as best he could. It must have been ten o'clock or later when again the doors were opened, and men appeared who commanded that they should follow them.
He ain't fittin' for no man to herd with." "I'm staying right with this man Foy till I get that reward," announced Pringle. "Those are my superintentions. Much I care what you think about me! There's other places besides this." Breslin raised his eye from Foy's face and regarded Pringle without heat a steady, contemplative look, as of one who studies some strange and interesting animal.
I have spoken to you of his coiffure a la Sylla; need I mention his pipe, his meerschaum pipe, of which General Foy's head was the bowl; his handkerchief with the Charte printed thereon; and his celebrated tricolor braces, which kept the rallying sign of his country ever close to his heart? "Such were his tastes and passions: his antipathies were not less lively.
Though they seemed sad enough just now, these were merry and pleasant eyes, and the round, the somewhat childlike face was merry also, the face of a person who looked upon the bright side of things. There was nothing remarkable or distinguished about Foy's appearance, but from it the observer, who met him for the first time, received an impression of energy, honesty, and good-nature.
"Why, what did you find out?" "A-plenty. Them stiffs you sent out found Foy's horse, to begin with." "Sure it was Foy's horse?" queried Lisner eagerly. "Sure! I know the horse that big calico horse of his." "Why didn't you follow him up?" "Follow hell! Oh, some of the silly fools are milling round out there going over to the San Andres to-night to take a big hunt mañana. Not me.
While this desperate fight had been raging on the center and left, fresh columns had advanced from Jerome's and Foy's divisions against Hougoumont, and had again, after obstinate fighting, captured the orchard and surrounded the chateau, but were once more repulsed by a fresh battalion of guards who moved down the slope to the assistance of their hardly-pressed comrades.
The president of the company was almost constantly travelling between Washington and Ottawa, pausing now and again to reach over to London for another bag of gold, for they were melting it up there in the arctic night literally burning it up, were these dynamiters of Foy's.
Their front was torn asunder, and the survivors made off in a panic that spread to Foy's battalions of foot and disordered the whole array. Ney still persisted in his isolated assaults; but reinforcements were now at hand that brought up Wellington's total to 31,000 men, while the French were less than 21,000.
"I'll take my dyin' oath it ain't the cut that ails him," said the ranger, tucking a coat under Foy's blood-stained head. "That must have been a horrible jolt on his jaw, Pringle. You're no kind of a man at all no part of a man. You're a shameless, black-hearted traitor; but I got to hand it to you as a slugger. Two knock-outs in one day and such men as them! I don't understand it."
Rose felt herself "cribbed, cabined, and confined" when she came from the comparative open air and robust life of Mr. St. Foy's classes. Yet even these were not the world of art. She got nervous in the fear of unworthily committing solecisms against the silken softness and steely rigidity of the Misses Stone's shrine.
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