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Updated: May 28, 2025
J'ai vu cette déesse altière Avec égalité répandant tous les biens, Descendre de Morat en habit de guerrière, Les mains teintes du sang des fiers Autrichiens Et de Charles le Téméraire." Felix Matier's manner of pronouncing French was somewhat painful to listen to. Voltaire would probably have failed to recognise his solitary lyric if he had heard it read by Mr. Matier.
"The house of Felix Matier, an inn at the far end of North Street, to be known easily by the sign of Dumouriez which hangs before the door. Felix Matier is + + +." He passed it without comment to Matier, who read it and laughed. "They have me marked with three crosses," he said. "I'm dangerous. But what do they mean by it. How do they come to know so much about me?
"Aw, now, sir, you never know what anybody's worth 'til you have need of them," Matier replied. "A man mightn't be worth a damn to you one day, an' he'd mebbe be worth millions to you the next!" "There's little fear of you bein' worth millions to any one. Run on now an' do your work if you've any work to do!" Mr. Quinn turned to Henry as the gardener went off.
I'll just go along with you, I have a sword, and I'll be able to use that if I get the chance." Neal looked at the lad beside him, noted his smooth face and sparkling eyes. "You must be very young," he said, "too young for this work." "I might be older than you now, young as I look. But is thon Mr. Matier coming till us? Go you and talk to him if you want.
Quinn said as they stood there gazing on the richness of the earth. Near at hand, they could hear the sound of a lawn-mower, leisurely worked by William Henry Matier, and while they waited for him to come into view, a great fat thrush flew down from a tree and seized a snail and beat it against a stone until its shell was broken.... "I suppose he'd spoil it, father!" Henry answered. "Spoil it!"
His pipe was still between his teeth, but he ceased to puff at it. It went out. The noise of the approaching horse was plainly audible in the room. Felix Matier suddenly laughed aloud, and then, half chanting the words in a cracked falsetto, quoted "What is right and what is wrang by the law? What is right and what is wrang? A short sword and a lang, A stout arm and a Strang, For to draw."
At the first sound of the shouting and the footsteps of the flying troopers they rushed into the inner room and crawled under the bed, fighting desperately with each other for the place nearest the wall, but Donald Ward had no time to go after them. "Cut the boy down," he said. It was Felix Matier who set Neal free.
Yea, thoughe he woulde dissemble the matier, and denie him self to be sicke, it boteth not. For withoute pardon, they kille him, and make a feaste with him. If it be a woman, looke how the menne did by the manne, so do the women by a woman.
It would be absurd to say of Mr. Quinn that he was an ill-tempered man, but it would also be absurd to say that he was of a mild disposition. William Henry Matier, a talker by profession and a gardener in his leisure moments, summarised Mr. Quinn's character thus: "He'd ate the head off you, thon lad would, an' beg your pardon the minute after!"
Matier fetched a bottle of wine and set it with the light on the table which stood near the window. "We'll have to sit here," he said, "if we don't disturb your nephew. Every other room in the house is in a state of scatteration. I have set the girls to clean up a bit, and after a while they'll have beds for us to sleep in.
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