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Lejeune, who had accompanied Maréchal Berthier to Vienna to arrange the marriage, had returned and given his imperial master a glowing description of the charms of the young archduchess who was to be his bride. The emperor compared his ideal with her effigy on medals and miniatures and then worked even more ardently than before that her apartments should be worthy of her when she arrived.
"M. Lejeune, the draughtsman of the expedition, went by himself to be present at the meeting held the next day, when certain political questions were submitted to the popular assembly. It lasted for several hours, during which the chiefs took it in turn to speak. The most brilliant speaker of the gathering was a chief called Tati.
He gave his best efforts either to arguing Plant into a better frame of mind, or to discovering some tangible reason for his sudden change of front in regard to the sheep. "It's no use," he told Lejeune, later, as they walked down the street together. "He's undoubtedly the right to refuse permits for cause; and technically he has cause if your sheep got over the line."
His coat was off and his vest unbuttoned to display a vast and billowing expanse of soiled white shirt. In his hand was a palm-leaf fan, at his elbow swung an olla, newspapers littered the ground or lay across his fat knees. When Bob and Lejeune entered, he merely nodded surlily, and went on with his reading. "Can I speak to you a moment on business?" asked Bob.
He's lucky that I don't have him up before the United States courts for damages as well." Lejeune started to speak, but Bob motioned him to silence. "I'm sure we could arrange for past damages, and guarantee against any future trespass," said he. "Well, I'm sure you can't," stated Plant positively. "Good day." But Bob was not willing to give up thus easily.
Monsieur Lejeune could not agree to their proposition, and in his turn began to try to persuade the Smolensk peasants, in the dialect of France, to let him go to Orleans.
Within a fortnight Lejeune had gone from this landowner's to stay with another, a rich and cultivated man. He gained his friendship by his bright and gentle disposition, was married to a ward of his, went into a government office, rose to the nobility, married his daughter to Lobizanyev, a landowner of Orel, and a retired dragoon and poet, and settled himself on an estate in Orel.
Joe Smith's Mormons 'spoke with tongues, like Irving's congregation at the same time, but there were no modern spiritualists. Kohl's informant should have said 'ten years ago, if he wanted his anecdote to be credited, and it is curious that Kohl did not notice this circumstance. We now come to the certainly honest evidence of the Pere Lejeune, the Jesuit missionary.
He was born in Orleans of French parents, and had gone with Napoleon, on the invasion of Russia, in the capacity of a drummer. At first all went smoothly, and our Frenchman arrived in Moscow with his head held high. But on the return journey poor Monsieur Lejeune, half-frozen and without his drum, fell into the hands of some peasants of Smolensk.
'Oui, monsieur, oui, oui, je suis musicien; je joue tous les instruments possibles! Oui, monsieur.... Sauvez-moi, monsieur! 'Well, thank your lucky star! replied the landowner. 'Lads, let him go: here's a twenty-copeck piece for vodka. 'Thank you, your honour, thank you. Take him, your honour. They sat Lejeune in the sledge.
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