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"Ah, pardon me!" the Frenchman murmured, clutching vaguely for support. "I am strong, more strong than you think. "Lie down," Trevor reiterated. "You don't give yourself a chance, man. You forget you have been a helpless invalid for the past ten days. There! How's that? Comfortable?" "You are always so good so good!" panted de Montville very earnestly. "I know not how to thank you how to repay."
He laid it at last upon his table, and turned in his chair. "Have you had anything to drink?" De Montville looked slightly disconcerted by the question. "But no!" he said. "I have not that is to say, I would not " Mordaunt stretched a hand to the bell. "Holmes should have seen to it. What do you drink? Afraid I can't offer you absinthe." "But I never drink it, monsieur." "No?
"A pal," Mordaunt said, smiling slightly, "is a special kind of friend, Bertrand the best kind, the sort you open your heart to in trouble, the sort that is always ready to stand by." "Such a friend as you have been to me?" questioned de Montville slowly. "Well, if you like to say so," Mordaunt said. "I almost think we might call ourselves pals by this time. What say you?" "I, monsieur?"
He remained bent over her hand. She could not see his face. "Have you never heard," he said, "of ex-Lieutenant de Montville the man whom all France execrated three years ago as a traitor?" "Yes," said Chris. "I've heard of him, of course. But" doubtfully "I don't read the papers much. I didn't know what he was supposed to have done. I only knew that everyone in England said he hadn't."
He held up his glass. "You accept, then?" "How could I do other than accept?" protested the Frenchman, with outspread hands. "Then drink with me to the success of our alliance," said Mordaunt. "I believe it will work very well." He prepared to drink, but de Montville made a swift movement to arrest him. "But one moment!
Outside, the rain pattered incessantly, beating against the windows. At a sudden gust of hail de Montville shivered. "Monsieur," he said, choosing his words with care, "your great kindness is such as I can never hope to repay, but permit me to assure you that my gratitude will constrain me to regard myself your debtor till death.
The skull of a babiroussa, with the teeth fully developed, is in the possession of Mr. Bartlett, the able superintendent of the Zoological Society's collection. Illustrated London News. Continued from SUPPLEMENT, No. 363, page 5797. By NELSON H. DARTON. Montville, Morris County, New Jersey. This locality is an old one, and well known to mineralogists.
Together we visited the grave of the Indian Uncas, and the remnant of his tribe at Montville; we drove often to Fishville, where was an estate laid out in a foreign fashion with grottoes, mazes, fountains, strange trees and shrubbery and a museum of curiosities. Doubtless it was not the intention of my sister at this time to educate me. Perhaps she saw nothing in me worthy of it.
And in a moment Bertrand de Montville, outcast and wanderer on the face of the earth, had shed the bitter burden that weighed him down, had leaped the dark dividing gulf that separated him from the dear land of his dreams, and stood once more upon the sands of Valpré, with a girl's hands fast clasped in his. "Mignonne!" he gasped hoarsely. "Mignonne!" And again "Mignonne!"
It is outside of the limits prescribed in introducing this series of paper, but by only a few miles, and being such an interesting locality, I have included it in the granular limestone, which occurs in a small isolated ridge in the gneiss within a space of ten acres, about two miles north of the railroad station of Montville, on the Boonton Branch of the Delaware, Lackawanna, and Western Railroad, and is reached by a road running north from about a mile east of the railroad station.
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