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Gre, bought me a pair of colors in the King's gardes du corps." "And is it not truth you tremple the coackade, what I hear from Philadelphe?" cried Depeau. Monsieur Auguste smiled with a patient tolerance. "If you hev pains to mek inquiry," said he, "you must learn that I join le Marquis de La Fayette and the National Guard. That I have since fight for the Revolution.
"Why, then, madam, to use a strong expression, I must say that " But a loud rap at the street-door prevented the utterance of an "expression," the force of which would doubtless have humbled Mrs. Claudius Bagshaw down to the very dust. "Claudius," said the lady, hastily drying her eyes, "that is Uncle John's knock. We'll go to Gre Put Greenwich, love."
"I give you one toast," said the little Citizen Gignoux, slyly, "we all bring back one wife from Nouvelle Orleans! "Ha," exclaimed the Sieur de St. Gre, laughing, "the Citizen Captain Depeau he has already one wife in Nouvelle Orleans." It is unnecessary for the editor to remind the reader that these are not Mr. Ritchie's words, but those of an adventurer. Mr.
"Monsieur is very kind," he replied, and added the taunt, "and well versed in the conduct of affairs of money." "Does Monsieur de St. Gre accept?" I asked. He threw out his hands with a gesture of resignation. "Who am I to accept?" he said, "a fugitive, an outcast. And I should like to remind Monsieur that time passes." "It is a sensible observation," said I, meaning that it was the first.
Your sister has already made enough sacrifices for you. I know you, Monsieur Auguste de St. Gre," she continued with quiet contempt. "It is not for love of Antoinette that you have sought this meeting. It is because," she said, riding down a torrent of words which began to escape from him, "it is because you are in a predicament, as usual, and you need money." It was Antoinette who spoke.
Hitherto my reasoning had led me to seek Monsieur de St. Gre, to count upon that gentleman's common sense and his former friendship. But now that the time had come for it, I shrank from such a meeting. I remembered his passionate affection for Antoinette, I imagined that he would not listen calmly to one who was in some sort connected with her unhappiness.
I gazed somewhat critically at B. There was nothing particularly insane about him, unless it was his enthusiastic excitement, which might almost be attributed to my jack-in-the-box manner of arriving. He said: "There are people here who speak English, Russian, Arabian. There are the finest people here! Did you go to Gre? I fought rats all night there. Huge ones. They tried to eat me.
The servant had put the coffee on the table and left the room. Monsieur de St. Gre himself poured me a cup from the dainty, quaintly wrought Louis Quinze coffeepot, graven with the coat of arms of his family.
But Gignoux seemed of a different feather. Moreover, he had been too shrewd to deny what Colonel Clark would have denied in a soberer moment, that St. Gre and Nick had gone to New Orleans. "You not spik, Monsieur. You not think they have success. You are not Federalist, no, for I hear you march las night with your frien', I hear you wave torch."
"I trust you have been well entertained, Mr. Temple. My daughter has been accustomed only to the society of her brother and cousins." "Faith, I should not have supposed it," said Nick, instantly, a remark which caused the color to flush deeply into Mademoiselle's face. I looked to see Monsieur de St. Gre angry.
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