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We came from the same old Palmetto State, the first and the last ditch of our revolution. I give you a toast, gentlemen, to which Mr. Hugenot will respond: "'The Mother Country and the Colony good luck to both!" "Hoorah for you!" cried Pisgah, looking the wrong way. The glasses rattled an instant, amid iterations of "Hear! hear!" and Mr.
If they descended ever, it was to gain breath for a longer ascent; for now the mountain snows were above them on either side, and the Alps rose sublimely impassable in front. The hawks careened beneath them; the chamois above dared not look down for dizziness, and Hugenot said, at Ariola, that they were taking lunch in a balloon. The manner of Mr. Plade now altered marvellously.
It could not be his blood ceased to circulate, and stood freezing at the thought was it the march, the tread of Hugenot? He dropped a loud curse, like a howl, and kept upon his way. The footfalls were as swift; he saw their impressions at his heels prints of a small, lithe, human foot, made by no living man.
Andy Plade, who now stood beside him, intensely absorbed. Of late Mr. Plade's affection had been transferred to Hugenot, the only possessor of an entire franc in the chamber. Hugenot was a short-set individual, in pumps and an eye-glass, who had been but a few days in the city. He was decidedly a man of sentiment.
A cruise on the broad sea glory without peril, gold without work; I would to God that I were on the Planter's deck, Hugenot!" "Why not do something for ou-ah cause, Andy?" "I am to return to Paris for what? To be dunned by creditors, to be marked for a parasite at the hotels, to be despised by men whom I serve, and pitied by men whom I hate. This pirate career suits me.
Was he not obtuse, sounding, shallow? Mr. Plade alone, of all the Americans in Paris, asserted from the first that Hugenot was far-sighted, close, capable. Indeed, he was so earnest in this enunciation that few thought him disinterested. It was Master Simp who heard a bold step on the stairs that night, and a resolute knock upon his own door. "Arrest for debt!" cried Mr.
Hugenot's good fortune was accidental; his cargoes had passed the blockade and given handsome returns; but he shared none of the dangers, and the traffic required no particular skill. Hugenot was, briefly, a favorite of circumstances. The war-wind, which had toppled down many a long, thoughtful head, carried this inflated person to greatness. They are well contrasted, now that they speak.
I can but lay my pooah hand upon the manes of my ancestry, and ask in the name of ou-ah cause, is there justice above or retribution upon the earth!" A profound silence ensued, broken only by Mr. Plade, who called Hugenot a man of sentiment, and slapped his back; while Freckle fell upon Pisgah's bosom, and wished that his stomach was as full as his heart. Mr.
"I am the man," answered Risque, straightforwardly, "to work on your stage-line, and I am dead broke." The man invited Risque to dinner; they rode together on the Champs Elysées; and next morning at daylight the gamester left Paris without a thought or a farewell for the Colony. It was in the Grand Hotel that Messrs. Hugenot and Plade met by chance the evening succeeding the dinner.
"I shall leave Paris, Andy," said Hugenot, regarding his pumps through his eye-glass. "My ancestry would blush in their coffins if they knew ou-ah cause to be represented by such individuals as those of last evening." "Let us go together," replied Plade, in his plausible way; "you cannot speak a word of any continental language.
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