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Updated: May 17, 2025
The violent crash of a heavy body at the front of the house and a tumult of voices on the porch, succeeded by a din in the hall, announced that the first barrier had been overcome and the anti-renters were in possession of the lower floor of the manor. Mauville had started toward the door, when the anticipation in the young girl's eyes held him to the spot.
One of the panels was already broken and an arm thrust into the opening. The land baron bent forward and coolly clapped his weapon to the member, the loud discharge being succeeded by a howl from the wounded lease-holder. Mauville again raised his weapon when an exclamation from the actress caused him to turn quickly, in time to see a figure spring unexpectedly into the room from the balcony.
"Oh, he won't run away," added Mauville quickly, in answer to her look of surprise. "He knows I could find him, and" fingering his revolver "will not disoblige me. Later we'll hear the rogue's story." The man's averted countenance smothered a clandestine smile, as he touched the horses with his whip and turned them toward the barn, leaving the patroon and his companion alone on the broad portico.
"If I had only followed Spedella's advice and studied his favorite parades!" he muttered, regretfully. "It would have been the same," retorted the count, brutally. "When you lost your temper, you lost your cause. Your work was brilliant; but he is one of the best swordsmen I ever saw. Who is he, anyway?" "All I know is, he served in Algiers," said Mauville, moodily.
"If I thought you were right," interrupted the delighted marquis, taking his young friend's arm, "I would ask you to present me to the lady over there the one you just bowed to." "The deuce!" said Mauville to himself. "The marquis is becoming a bore." "You rascal! I saw the smile she gave you," continued the other playfully. "And you ran away from her. What are the young men made of nowadays?
Mauville?" said a gay but hushed voice, interrupting his ruminations, and Susan, in a short skirt and bright stockings, greeted him. "The better for seeing you, Mistress Susan." Nonchalantly surveying her from head to foot. She bore his glance with the assurance of a pretty woman who knows she is looking her best. "Pooh!" Curtesying disdainfully. "I don't believe you!
Like cymbals, the leaves clashed around this armament of power with its thousand spears out-thrust in all directions. The ash fell from the cigar as Mauville held the weed before his eyes. "It is an hour-glass," he muttered. "When smoked Oh, for the power of Jupiter to order four nights in one, the better to pursue his love follies!
Seated in the library, with the curtains drawn, were the land baron and Scroggs, a surveyor's map between them and a dozen bottles around them. Before Mauville stood several glasses, containing wines of various vintages which the land baron compared and sipped, held to the light and inhaled after the manner of a connoisseur sampling a cellar.
The soldier nodded curtly, and, having accomplished his purpose, Mauville had turned to leave, when loud voices, in a front box near the right aisle, attracted general attention from those occupying that part of the grand stand. The young officer who had accompanied Susan to the races was angrily confronting a thick-set man, the latest recruit to her corps of willing captives.
"That adventurer you have been harboring here. How far's he going with them?" "I don't know. The night after the performance I heard the manager ask him to join the company; to write a temperance play." "Temperance play!" sneered Mauville. "The fool's gone with them on account of a woman." "I did think he was mighty attentive to one of the actresses," said the landlord, reflectively.
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