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Orders to Goring, who had been sent to Lally, bid him 'take care not to get benighted in the woods and dangerous places. A good deal is said about a marble bust of the Prince at which Lemoine is working, the original, probably, of the plaster busts sold in autumn in Red Lion Square.
"How are prospects to-night?" asked Dupré. "Very poor," replied the manager. "Not half a dozen seats have been sold." "Then it isn't worth while beginning?" "We must begin," said the manager, lowering his voice, "the President has ordered me not to close the theatre." "Oh, hang the President!" cried Lemoine impatiently.
I hope you won't mind my death. I assure you I don't mind it myself. I would much rather be shot than live in this confounded country any longer. But I have made up my mind to cheat old Balmeceda if I can, and I want you, Dupré, to pay particular attention, and not to interfere." As Lemoine said this he quickly snatched from the sheath at the soldier's side the bayonet which hung at his hip.
True art consists in a judicious blending of the preconceived ideas of the gallery with the usual facts of the case. An instantaneous photograph of a trotting-horse is doubtless technically and absolutely correct, yet it is not a true picture of the animal in motion." "Then you admit," said Lemoine, quickly, "that I am technically correct in what I state about the result of such a wound."
He is but little weaker than Lemoine, and Lemoine is a fair match with a small-sword for any man out of London. Brady in Dublin, possibly, and perhaps half a dozen in England are his betters, but " he stopped abruptly, his ear catching a snigger at the window. "I need not trouble you with that," he concluded lamely.
"Tut tut!" he said, "and how long are you like that, sare?" "Seven years." "Pity! pity!" Lemoine exclaimed. Again he looked at his visitor with perplexed eyes. After which, "Dam!" he said suddenly. The Colonel stared. "It is not right!" the Frenchman continued, frowning. "I no! Pardon me, sare, I do not fence with les estropiés. That is downright! That is certain, sare. I do not do it."
The soldiers were standing one to the right, and one to the left of him, with their hands interlaced over the muzzles of their guns, whose butts rested on the stone floor. They apparently paid no attention to the conversation that was going on, if they understood it, which was unlikely. Lemoine had the bayonet in his hands before either of the four men present knew what he was doing.
Once, when he had pressed his mother with questions, she had smiled deeply and changed the subject. His feeling was, and had always been, that there was some mystery about the girl's birth. Stokimatis either knew what it was or had some hint of it. His testimony at least tended to support the wild hopes flaming in the girl's heart. Lemoine started south for Whoop-Up at break of day.
For Payton, he remained dumb with mortification and disgust; and if he had the grace to be thankful for anything, he was thankful that for the moment attention was diverted from him. Lemoine, indeed, the person more immediately concerned, had only eyes for his opponent, whom he regarded with a queer mixture of approval and vexation.
Some of the hostels were on a larger scale. The college of Cardinal Lemoine, founded in 1302 by the papal legate, housed sixty students in arts and forty in theology. Most were paying residents, but a number of bursaries were provided for those whose incomes were below a certain amount.
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