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"You have been very fortunate to-night, milord," said one of the Frenchmen, with an envious tone of congratulation. "But, indeed," said another, who, having been several times his host's partner, had won largely, "you are the finest player, milord, I ever encountered." "Always excepting Monsieur Deschapelles and ," replied Lilburne, indifferently.
In this report there are many inaccuracies. It is stated that when in Chili I accepted "the Brazilian command during the war of Independence" only. "Viesse occupar igual commando no Brazil emquanto durasse Guerra da Independencia." This is contrary to fact, as will be seen in the first chapter of this volume, where both the invitation to accept the command, and my conditional acceptance thereof are given. To repeat the actual words of the invitation, "Abandonnez-nous, Milord,
"Mon Dieu, comme il est beau, comme ça," cried my domestic miracle worker, lost in admiration of a tall, slim, yet athletic figure, clad from head to foot in black leather. "Mais mais ce n'est pas comme il faut pour un Milord." "Why, Terry," exclaimed I, "I never thought I never expected I'm hanged if you're not a real professional.
But we'll get at the bottom of it. We shall hear more from Tiler, and we've got the lady here, under our hand." "Ah! but have we? This chap's as likely as not to be mistaken. How do you know, sir," to the clerk, "that Mrs. Blair is still in the hotel? When did you come on duty? What if she left without your knowing it?" "It could not be, milord. See, it is marked in the register.
The Captain declared that he admired Doré far more than the old masters, a point of taste that Milord ventured to question; and until they rose from table he spoke of his collection of Arundel prints with grace and erudition. Then they all went out to walk on the terrace.
She opened the door of his room with a deferential, "Thy chamber, milord!... Come down quickly," she said. "We mustn't miss a moment of these days.... I am frank with you about how glad I am to have you here. You must be good to me; you will prize my love a little, won't you?" Before he could answer she had run away.
There was old Lord Moleyn, like a caricature of an English milord in a French comic paper: a long man, with a long nose and long, drooping moustaches and long teeth of old ivory, and lower down, absurdly, a short covert coat, and below that long, long legs cased in pearl-grey trousers legs that bent unsteadily at the knee and gave a kind of sideways wobble as he walked.
They married, and quarrelled no harm in that, mes amis; nothing more common. Monsieur Bihl is a very faithful fellow; nursed his last master in an illness that ended fatally, because he travelled with his doctor. Milord left him a handsome legacy he retired from service, and fell ill, perhaps from idleness or beer. Is not that the story, Monsieur Bihl?"
"Yes," said Antonio vindictively, "a devil indeed, milord! And I will have no more of him. I will have no more. I hope he will starve!" "How awfully nice of you, Antonio!" said Saltash lightly. "Being the end of the season, he probably will." Antonio smacked his red lips with relish. "Ah, probably! Probably!" he said.
They want to pay me for go back with them, but no money big enough now I know they try to do harm to my nice young lady. She wasn't so good to me as the other nice young lady, but that makes no matter. I not stand for any hurt to her, sure I will not, milord." "A lie of course," I took for granted, also in German. "The part about being broke certainly.
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