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Thei say it is the manier also, that when the king dieth, his friendes should wilfully dispatche theim selues and die with hym, for this compte they glorious and a testimony of very friendship. The moste part of them, for that they lye so vnder the Sonne, go naked: couering their priuities with shiepes tayles. "To feed on bones, when flesh and fell is gone." Gasc.
His mother was dying. When Mademoiselle Gasc, accompanied by her father, the Mayor of Agen, and other friends of Jasmin, entered the shop, they were informed that he was by the bedside of his mother, who was at death's door. The physician, who was consulted as to her state, said that there might only be sufficient time for Jasmin to receive the deputation.
He accordingly came out for a few moments from his mother's bed-side. M. Gasc explained the object of the visit, and read to Jasmin the gracious letter of the Mayor of Toulouse, concluding as follows: "I thank you, in the name of the city of Toulouse, for the fine poem which you have dedicated to us.
It had a ribbon delicately ornamented, with the words "Toulouse a Jasmin." When the work was finished and placed in its case, the Mayor desired to send it to Jasmin by a trusty messenger. He selected Mademoiselle Gasc, assisted by her father, advocate and member of the municipal council, to present the tribute to Jasmin.
This branch of laurel will remind you of the youthful and beautiful Muse which has inspired you with such charming verses." The Mayor of Agen here introduced Mademoiselle Gasc, who, in her turn, said: "And I also, sir, am most happy and proud of the mission which has been entrusted to me." Then she presented him with the casket which contained the golden laurel.
"No," said Nana, "I'm going to put ten louis on Lusignan and five on Boum." La Faloise burst forth at once: "But, my dear girl, Boum's all rot! Don't choose him! Gasc himself is chucking up backing his own horse. And your Lusignan never! Why, it's all humbug! By Lamb and Princess just think! By Lamb and Princess no, by Jove! All too short in the legs!" He was choking.
"There were three I had no chance Gas coigne " "Strange name not French?" The dying man shook his head. "Gasc tell Engl " It was the last supreme effort. With a long, deep groan, the poor fellow fell back dead. "How unfortunate!" cried the commissary, "to die just when he would have told us all. These few words will scarcely suffice to identify the murderers. Can any one help us?"
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