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He will then give out in a manly and somewhat pompous address what has before been mentioned, namely, that he has seen the fatal way in which the hospitality of England has been perverted hitherto, accapare'd by a few cooks with green trays. Snorter or Sir Benjamin Pogson in, that "MILOR is at home."
"His papers are burned, his effects are removed, and his quarters are being got ready for the Duke of Dalmatia," Jos's informant replied. "I had it from his own maitre d'hotel. Milor Duc de Richemont's people are packing up everything. His Grace has fled already, and the Duchess is only waiting to see the plate packed to join the King of France at Ostend."
"If milor were to hold madame's 'at one side, while I de other, madame might force her emerald parrot pin through him," suggested Marie, which advice was followed, and the widow beamed with satisfaction at the gratifying result. "There!" she exclaimed, with a sigh of relief, "that will do; and I am just ready. Gloves, handkerchief oh! and my purse, Marie."
Do you comprehend? you shall not touch him, because you are not fit to touch him, Louis, and also because I do not wish it." De Soyecourt looked toward the Duchess as if for advice. "It is a nuisance, but evidently she cannot marry Milor Ormskirk so long as Mr. Bulmer is alive. I suppose it would be better to hang him out-of-hand?"
The courier who had preceded it, to order horses, and who was a Neapolitan, had given a magnificent account of the riches and greatness of his master, blundering with all an Italian's splendor of imagination about the alderman's titles and dignities; the host had added his usual share of exaggeration, so that by the time the alderman drove up to the door, he was Milor Magnifico Principe the Lord knows what!
One of these persons was in a somewhat tarnished velvet coat with a huge queue and bag, and voluminous ruffles and embroidery. The other was a little beetle-browed, hook-nosed, high-shouldered gentleman, whom his opposite companion addressed as milor, or my lord, in a very high voice.
Madame la Marquise gave a cry of terror, and once more that pathetic look of horror came into her face. Milor took her hand and then pointed to the sick child. "Madame," he said, "M. le Vicomte is already slightly better. Thanks to medical skill and a child's vigorous hold on life, he will live. The rest is in the hands of God."
My only desire is that you should earn the gratitude of your country by denouncing her most bitter enemy an act of patriotism which will place you and those for whom you care for ever beyond the reach of sorrow or of want." The voice, the appeal, the look of love, was more than the poor, simple girl could resist. Milor was so handsome, so kind, so good.
Though the weather was more inclement than ever, she ran out into the streets, determined to seek out the old Public Letter- Writer and thank him for his mediation with the English milor, who surely had done this noble action. But the old scarecrow had disappeared. "Sh!...sh!...It's the Englishman. I'd know his footstep anywhere " "God bless him!" murmured petite maman fervently.
But later on in the night, milor her milor, as she soon got to call him came and talked so beautifully that she, poor girl, felt as if no music could ever sound quite so sweetly in her ear. That was two days ago, and since then milor had often talked to her in the lonely, abandoned house, and Yvonne had felt as if she dwelt in Heaven.
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