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But fall back, I would ride alone; rejoin the others and follow." Grandchamp obeyed; he consoled himself by giving Germain, Louis, and Etienne lessons in the art of reconnoitring a country by night. Meanwhile, his young master was overcome with fatigue.
"Faith, not I." Grandchamp sent forth a profound sigh at his master's disdainful exclamation. "Ah, Monsieur le Marquis! Monsieur le Marquis! When I think that the great King Henri, before my eyes, put his chamois gloves into his pocket to keep the rain from spoiling them; when I think that Monsieur de Rosni refused him money when he had spent too much; when I think "
Gatien had announced from afar. To the disappointment of old Grandchamp, Cinq-Mars would not enter the town, but proceeded on his way, and five days later he entered, with his escort, the old city of Loudun in Poitou, after an uneventful journey. Je m'avancais d'un pas penible et mal assure vers le but de ce convoi tragique. NODIER, 'Smarra'.
It was his character ever to assume with others the mien they wore toward him; and the rudeness of the Spaniard made him as hard as iron toward him. "A proud rascal that, Monsieur," said Grandchamp; "in your place Monsieur le Marechal would certainly have left him on his ladder. Come, Louis, Etienne, Germain, escort Monsieur's prisoners a fine acquisition, truly!
Lead must not be ill spoken of! What is that " While occupied in binding his master's leg below the knee, the worthy Grandchamp was about to hold forth in praise of lead as absurdly as he had in praise of the horse, when he was forced, as well as Cinq-Mars, to hear a warm and clamorous dispute among some Swiss soldiers who had remained behind the other troops.
"Now let him go," said a voice at the corner of the street; and at the same moment was heard the galloping of horses. "Grandchamp, wilt thou answer?" cried Cinq-Mars. "Help, Henri, my dear boy!" exclaimed the voice of the Abbe Quillet. "Whence come you? You endanger me," said the grand ecuyer, approaching him.
"What the devil's that-an imp or an angel, saying the funeral service over you, and you under the clothes, as if you were in a shroud?" This abrupt exclamation came from the rough voice of Grandchamp, who was so astonished at what he had seen that he dropped the glass of lemonade he was bringing in. Finding that his master did not answer, he became still more alarmed, and raised the bedclothes.
Cinq-Mars's face was crimson, and he seemed asleep, but his old domestic saw that the blood rushing to his head had almost suffocated him; and, seizing a jug full of cold water, he dashed the whole of it in his face. This military remedy rarely fails to effect its purpose, and Cinq-Mars returned to himself with a start. "Ah! it is thou, Grandchamp; what frightful dreams I have had!" "Peste!
You were much more amiable at Chaumont, in Turena, when you talked to me of 'miei occhi neri." "Hold thy tongue, prattler! Once more, thy Italian is only good for buffoons and rope-dancers, or to accompany the learned dogs." "Ah, Italia mia! Grandchamp, listen to me, and you shall hear the language of the gods. If you were a gallant man, like him who wrote this for a Laure like me!"
"Well, Fleur-d'epine," asked Georges, "have we got them?" "Like a mouse in a trap; not one can re-enter Vannes, if you say the word." "I desire nothing better. How many are there?" "One hundred men, commanded by the general himself." "How many wagons?" "Seventeen." "When did they start?" "They must be about a mile and three-quarters from here." "What road have they taken?" "Grandchamp to Vannes."
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