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On my way back to the little inn where I had left my vehicle, I passed the Pont du Gard, and took another look at it. Its great arches made windows for the evening sky, and the rocky ravine, with its dusky cedars and shining river, was lonelier than before.
The man of prodigious learning shouted angrily, throwing out his arm toward Kirtley: "Must I repeat that there is a foreigner in the audience? I shall not begin until his presence has been removed." Gard went away, incensed. Surely, he swore to himself, Teuton erudition acts so often like a mad bear ready to claw away at men and things. He never attended another day lecture.
In gratitude for his recovery Gard made handsome presents to everyone at Loschwitz, accompanied by the conventional Edelweiss. Villa Elsa, in turn, was profuse in its expressions and little acts of good will. Herr Bucher gave him a queer pipe, and the boys furnished the smoking tobacco. These gifts were to while away the lost hours on the tour.
It was, however, of a somewhat familiar Teuton variety and lost in the maze of all the German visages he had seen. They idled along, recounting their exciting experiences in traveling. Gard told of the wax image in the train as the singular incident he had to offer. As it did not appear to appeal to the curiosity of his companions, he dropped the subject.
"And do people cross it in the dark?" asked Gard, thinking of the girl and boy who had gone to see the Seigneur. "Och yes! It is not bad when you're used to it. Come and see!" and he led the way back across the common to the road.
Gard, her friend, her mother's friend. The very thought of him steadied her. The terrified child of her untried self, vanished before the coming of a new and active womanhood. She thought quickly and clearly. "He would be at his office," she reasoned. "He had mentioned an important meeting. She would go there at once cancelling her luncheon engagement on the ground of some simple ailment.
You owe it to them and to yourself to shoulder this responsibility without any 'ifs, 'ands' or 'buts." Gard turned as if to rend him. "I have told you I'll go, haven't I? But and there is a but gentlemen, you must select another delegate, or delegation, in case circumstances arise " Denning's voice interrupted from the end of the table.
Before that time I lived at No. 7, Boulevard des Batignolles." "Where were you born?" "At Beaucaire in the Department of the Gard." "Are your parents living?" "My mother died two years ago; my father is still living." "Does he live in Paris?" "No, monsieur: he lives at Beaucaire with my sister, who married one of the engineers of the Southern Canal."
Your account with Morley & Gard stands you in one hundred thousand dollars, and it will be more if you don't disturb the present investment for a few days." Mrs. Marteen's eyes were wide. "What are you doing this for?" she said calmly. "That wasn't the bargain. I'll not touch a penny more." "Why did I do it? Because I won't have any question of blackmail between us.
He had come to this wild little land of Sark after silver, and he said to himself that he had found a pearl beyond price. In a minute or two they were scrambling up the slope and flung themselves down beside him for a rest, feeling the strain of unusual exertion now that the brace and tonic of the water was off them. "You are bold swimmers," said Gard.
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