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Our old acquaintance, William Lock, was among the guests at dinner, and is as good-looking and light-hearted as ever. The Marquis l'Espérance de l'Aigle was also present, and is a perfect specimen of the fine gentleman of la Vieille Cour a race now nearly extinct.

But a vague expectation of benefiting by the pretense of affection the desire to have some support in case of Von Sendlingen attacking the excuse and cover her ministration at the sick-bed would afford, all these reasons united to guide her to the Hotel de l'Aigle aux deux Becs, in the rue Caumartin. Her uncle was no longer there.

With the stones at her throat and her feet, the squaw, I rolled into the water." "What, Little Fellow," I cried, remembering how I had seen him roll over and over through the camp-fire, with his hands locked on the Sioux woman's throat, "did you kill the daughter of L'Aigle?" "Non, Monsieur; Little Fellow no bad Indian.

The keeper, seeing how sincerely I felt for his misery, tells me that this great misfortune befell them only a week before my arrival. "I know that man l'Aigle," I say; "he is a scoundrel. Did he ask to marry Lucie?" "No; he knew well enough that our consent would have been refused!" "I wonder at Lucie acting in such a way."

Probably they would have gone straight through without drawing rein, but that, as they passed the Auberge de l'Aigle, La Boulaye espied upon the green fronting the wayside hostelry a company of a half-dozen soldiers playing at bowls with cannon-balls.

For example, while you are in Saxony, get an account of l'Aigle Blanc and of what other orders there may be, either Polish or Saxon; and, when you shall be at Berlin, inform yourself of three orders, l'Aigle Noir, la Generosite et le Vrai Merite, which are the only ones that I know of there.

I remember only the first two lines.... It had reference to a comparison between the Russians and the French: 'L'aigle se plait aux regions austeres Ou le ramier ne saurait habiter... 'Digne de M. de Saint Aulaire! M. le Commandeur would every time exclaim.

At this Cazeneau came forward. "He is safe, monsieur, for I am he." The officer respectfully removed his hat, and bowed very low. "What ship is this?" asked Cazeneau, in the tone of a superior. "L'Aigle," replied the officer. "Where are you bound?" "To Brest. We have just been cruising to the different settlements and forts on the Bay of Fundy, with some supplies which were sent from Louisbourg."

"Pelet, taking advantage of a spot of ground which afforded them some degree of cover against the fire of grape by which they were constantly assailed, halted the standard-bearer, and called out, "A moi chasseurs! sauvons l'aigle ou mourons autour d'elle!"

General Andre was a veteran of many Colonial wars: Cochin-China, Algiers, Morocco. The great war, when it came, found him on duty in the Intelligence Department. His aquiline nose, bristling white eyebrows, and flashing, restless eyes gave him his nickname of l'Aigle. In amazement, the flashing eyes were now turned upon Marie. He glared at her as though he thought she suddenly had flown mad.