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"No, I have one suit left, the handsomest even, but I expect a purchaser." "And the chausses?" "Well, if you look, you will see them on that chair." "Very well! since you have some chausses and a pourpoint left, put your legs into the first and your back into the other; have a horse saddled, and set off." "Not I." "And why not?" "Mordieu! don't you know, then, that M. de Guiche is at Etampes?"
"Finish quickly." "I did, monsieur." D'Epernon started back. "You, who denounce them!" "Monsieur, a good servant should risk all in the service of the king." "Mordieu! you risk hanging." "I prefer death to infamy, or to the death of the king, therefore I came; and I thought, M. le Duc, that you, the friend of the king, would not betray me, and would turn my news to good account."
Several voices repeated, "To arms!" "Par la mordieu!" said the king, "make this fellow hold his tongue, or he will make a second St. Bartholomew!" "Wait," said Chicot, and with his stick he struck Gorenflot with all his force on the shoulders. "Murder!" cried the monk. "It is you!" cried Chicot. "Help me, M. Chicot, help me!
The Pretender looked at him curiously. "I think you are something of my own temper. In effect, there is little to hope with me." "Who knows?" Harry shrugged. "Par exemple, sir, do you know where we are going now?" "This is a parable, mordieu! I leave my friends to be shot for me and die, perhaps, while I ride off and know not the least of my way."
Henri was just awake, and had rung, and a crowd of valets and friends had rushed in; already the chicken broth and the spiced wine were served, when Chicot entered, and without saying a word, sat down to eat and drink. "Par la mordieu!" cried the king, delighted, although he affected anger; "it is that knave of a Chicot, that fugitive, that vagabond!"
"You always come back to that; but I must make you see this time that it is too late to retreat." "I do not retreat, MORDIEU!" cried the citizen, swearing in order to rouse his courage. "Besides, by the faith of Bonacieux " "You call yourself Bonacieux?" interrupted d'Artagnan. "Yes, that is my name." "You said, then, by the word of Bonacieux.
"Our pleasure is cut short too soon, Mademoiselle," he said, in the tone, and with the look, she loathed. "But for a few hours only. We shall meet to-morrow. Or, it may be earlier." She did not answer, and "Tavannes!" the King repeated with violence. "Tavannes! Mordieu!" his Majesty continued, looking round furiously. "Will no one fetch him? Sacre nom, am I King, or a dog of a "
And the monk went away as fast as he could, much astonished not to be followed by guards. "Now, my son," said Chicot, "keep twenty men for your own escort, and send ten with M. Crillon to the Hotel d'Anjou and let them bring your-brother here." "Why?" "That he may not escape a second time." "Did my brother " "Have you repented following my advice to-day?" "No, par le mordieu."
"Eh, mordieu!" interrupted the count, with true French gayety; "what would become of all the comedies ever written, if marriages were not made in despite of the father?
"It's the boy, mordieu!" he cried. "In effect, Captain McBean, it's the boy," says Colonel Boyce, who was trying to fix a pad of handkerchief on his own wound. McBean was down on his knees beside Harry, handling him gently. "Twice through the body, by God," says he. "What does this mean, Boyce? Damme, did you set your fellows on him?"
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