goumier's

Updated: May 20, 2025

He laid his head on his hand to suggest a man sleeping, and held up three fingers. "Three days Marseilles!" The old goumier's dark eyes blazed curiously, and he opened and shut his mouth in a dry yawn like a tiger yawning. Wounded? No he pointed to his eyes, which were bloodshot, patted his forehead to suggest that it was throbbing, rubbed his legs, and scowled. "Rheumatism!" said the Frenchman.

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