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We clearly saw these were an officer and under-officers sent by General Fouquet, to recover us. We conjectured by what means they had discovered our route, and imagined the information they had received could only come from one Lieutenant Molinie, of the garrison of Habelschwert, who had come to visit Schell, as a friend, during our stay at Braunau.
But one morning as they came down to the beach he startled the baron by saying: "I want to blay." "Yes, 'ighness, whad shall we blay ad?" said the Baron von Habelschwert uncomfortably, after a little hesitation. "I don't want to blay wiz you," said the prince in a tone which showed, beyond any possibility of misconception, that on that matter his mind was made up.
"Will you promise to behave properly, if we let you play with us?" she said coldly. The Baron von Habelschwert, standing over the group and nervously twirling his fierce moustache, shuddered and groaned.
The peasant knew Schell, because his son served in his company, and had often spoken of him when he was quartered at Habelschwert. Presence of mind and resolution were all that were now left. I instantly ran to the stable, while Schell detained the peasant in the chamber. He, however, was a worthy man, and directed him to the road toward Bohemia.
The Honourable John Ruffin observed him with every appearance of the liveliest interest; but the Baron von Habelschwert seemed to afford him even greater pleasure than did his young charge; and upon him he gazed with a fascinated, loving eye. "I have rarely seen a more perfect pair," he said to Mrs. Gibson in a tone of deep content. "Detestable creatures!" said Mrs. Gibson with some heat.
When at last she detached him from her skirt and bade him good-bye, and climbed into the wagonette, he tried to climb into it to go with her; and the Baron von Habelschwert had to lift him down and hold him firmly.
To judge from the royal progress next morning, Pollyooly had indeed done her work. The Baron von Habelschwert still perfumed the air as he walked; but it was no longer obviously the air of a conquered country. His moustache was less fierce, his stride less proprietary.
After which, though there remained a good deal of rough tussling with Pandour details, and some rugged exploits of fight, there is except that of Lehwald in clearing of Glatz nothing farther that we can afford to speak of. "PLOMNITZ, NEAR HABELSCHWERT, 14th FEBRUARY, 1745.
Once, since he appeared slow to grasp her meaning, she caught him by the shoulder and shook him to make it clearer. The Baron von Habelschwert ground his teeth. The prince, however, did not fulfil this loyal expectation. He hit the ball, indeed, and in obedience to Pollyooly's shriek of instruction, started to run. But he started to run the wrong way round.
Is id nod, Erkelenz?" And he turned to his slim equerry. "Yes, Highness: authentic," said the equerry. The Baron von Habelschwert gasped; he could not believe his ears. The little girl, batting, whacked the ball over the prince's head. "Run, Adalbert! Run!" shrieked Pollyooly. "Roon, Adalbert! Der Teufel! Roon!" bellowed the grand duke.
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