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He had a pistol in each hand, and cried again to Chicot, "Stoop! morbleu, stoop!" Chicot obeyed. One pistol was fired, and a man rolled at Chicot's feet; then the second, and another man fell. "Now we are two to two," cried Chicot; "generous young man, you take one, here is mine," and he rushed on the masked man, who defended himself as if used to arms.
A small waitress appeared with the butter and rolls, and made her way underneath the arms of the proprietor and the waiter like a tug running round two ocean liners. Monsieur Beauchamp could recommend the Barquettes Norvégienne No? Madame did not so desire? Of course not. He frowned terrifically at the waiter, who glared ferociously at the diminutive waitress. Morbleu!
"Oui, vraiment yei a a ow morbleu!" "Eh, what's that? Oh, misere." "Tare an' ages!"
"Monsieur, will you return to the friends of whom you spoke, and be so good as to name them, if your super-abundant imagination will let you." "Seek, monsieur. Morbleu, it is your occupation to hunt out animals, witness the unlucky stag whom you deranged this morning, and who thought it very unkind of you. Seek." The eyes of M. de Monsoreau wandered anxiously again.
"Follow me!" he gasped, glancing back at Gianapolis; "Morbleu, make an effort! The keys the keys!" Laying Helen Cumberly upon one of the raised divans, with her head resting upon a silken cushion, Max, teeth tightly clenched and dreadfully conscious that his strength was failing him, waited for Gianapolis.
"Morbleu!" Mayenne cried, half rising. "God's mercy, we're not ruffians out there! I tell it to show you to what the maid was strung." "I never thought it great matter whom one married," Mayenne said slowly: "one boy is much like another. I should have mated her as befitted her station I thought she would be happy enough. And she was good about it: I did not see how deep she cared.
I was in London when you arrived; I heard of that event; I immediately repaired to your hotel; you were gone to my Lord Bolingbroke's; I followed you thither; you had left Dawley when I arrived there; I learned your route and followed you. Parbleu and morbleu! I find you, and you take me for a highwayman!"
And as she did it, and bound the lance-gash close, and bathed his breast, his forehead, his hair, his beard, free from the sand and the powder and the gore, a thousand changes swept over her mobile face. It was one moment soft, and flushed, and tender as passion; it was the next jealous, fiery, scornful, pale, and full of impatient self-disdain. He was nothing to her morbleu!
I confess frankly to you, my dear count, that I have as little of the leisure which becomes the aspirer to bonnes fortunes as I have the personal graces which obtain them without an effort;" and he inclined his head as in compliment. "So," thought the count, "woman is not his weak side. What is?" "Morbleu! my dear Mr.
I was in London when you arrived; I heard of that event; I immediately repaired to your hotel; you were gone to my Lord Bolingbroke's; I followed you thither; you had left Dawley when I arrived there; I learned your route and followed you. /Parbleu/ and /morbleu/! I find you, and you take me for a highwayman!"
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