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Updated: May 24, 2025
They crossed the Place d'Armes. Nothing in sight was moving except the sentries who paced slowly like shadows up and down the great gateway of the Castle of St. Louis. "It is still and solemn as a church-yard here," remarked De Pean; "all the life of the place is down at Menut's! I like the small hours," added he as the chime of the Recollets ceased.
"How soon, think you, will brandy kill a man, De Pean?" asked he abruptly, after a pause of silence. "It will never kill you, Le Gardeur, if you take it neat at Master Menut's. It will restore you to life, vigor, and independence of man and woman. I take mine there when I am hipped as you are, Le Gardeur. It is a specific for every kind of ill-fortune, I warrant it will cure and never kill you."
The Chevalier did not notice, or did not care for, the slight touch of sarcasm in the Intendant's tone. "Thanks, Bigot!" drawled he. "My eggs shall be hatched to-night down at Menut's. I expect to have little more left than the shell of it to-morrow." "Well, never mind! We have considered all that, Chevalier. What one loses another gets. It is all in the family.
"They are easily counted, and pass quickly, asleep or awake. Two o'clock in the morning is the meridian of the day for a man who has wit to wait for it at Menut's! these small hours are all that are worth reckoning in a man's life!" Without consenting to accompany De Pean, Le Gardeur suffered himself to be led by him.
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