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Updated: June 15, 2025
"A fancy, friend Hebert, and I mean to have it." "But who is to ring it, Citizen?" "Morbleu! haven't you one calotin left in Boulogne whom you can press into doing this service?" "Aye! calotins enough! there's the Abbe Foucquet in this very building... in No. 6 cell..." "Sacre tonnerre!" ejaculated Chauvelin exultingly, "the very man! I know his dossier well!
Truly the traveler, clad in the uniform of a musketeer, as he drew up to the door of the hostelry, did not seem to have spared his horse. Throwing his reins to the landlord, he leaped lightly to the ground. He was a young man of four and twenty, and spoke with a slight Gascon accent. "I am hungry, morbleu! I wish to dine!"
'Crillon is for ever going into rages now, a courtier beside me whispered. 'Yes, his fellow answered, with a shrug of the shoulder; 'it is a pity there is no one to tame him. But he has such a long reach, morbleu! 'It is not that so much as the fellow's fury, the first speaker rejoined under his breath. 'He fights like a mad thing; fencing is no use against him. The other nodded.
"Citizen General, I pray you to excuse me, but I have no idea" "Ah, morbleu, my dear master, have you forgotten the most idle, the most lawless, the most incorrigible of your scholars?" "A thousand pardons, you are Monsieur Junot." "Himself!" replied Junot, renewing his embraes, and laughing with his friends at the singular characteristics by which he had caused himself to be recognized.
I am really ashamed of this pilfering. Everything has degenerated in this century, even the rascals. Morbleu! this is not the way to rob a man of my standing. I am robbed as though in a forest, but badly robbed. Silva, sint consule dignae!"
"What mean you, my lord?" says the Prince, and muttered something about a guet-a-pens, which Esmond caught up. "The snare, Sir," said he, "was not of our laying; it is not we that invited you. We came to avenge, and not to compass, the dishonor of our family." "Dishonor! Morbleu, there has been no dishonor," says the Prince, turning scarlet, "only a little harmless playing."
My old Frenchman curled his mustaches with the finger and thumb of his left hand: this was rather too subtile a distinction for him. "That may be true enough, Monsieur," said he; "but, /morbleu/! those /maudits/ Dutchmen deserved what they sustained at our hands. No, Sir, no: I am not so base as to forget the glory my country acquired, though I weep for her wounds."
"Now this is the moment to consecrate your existence to the King of kings," said d'Artagnan, "if you persist in offering him a civility. "Go to the devil with your Latin. Let us drink, my dear d'Artagnan, MORBLEU! Let us drink while the wine is fresh! Let us drink heartily, and while we do so, tell me a little of what is going on in the world yonder."
"You know the great tent where she is throned in honor Morbleu! as if the oldest and ugliest hag that washes out my soldiers' linen were not of more use and more deserved such lodgment than Mme. la Princesse, who has never done aught in her life, not even brushed out her own hair of gold! She waits for you. Where are your palace manners? Go to her, I tell you.
The rest stayed without to mind the horses and keep off the gathering crowd. One of the men had a torch which lighted the red pavement. Vigo saw this first. "Morbleu! is it a shambles?" "That is wine," I said. "They spilled wine for effect, they spilled so little blood!" Thus Lucas, speaking with as cool devilry as if he still commanded the situation.
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