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Morny was really angry, but Joe Cross's frank face had expanded into a grim smile. "What game's he been up to, Mr Rodd, sir?" "Oh, it was very stupid of me," said Rodd, wiping his eyes; "but I was afraid of laughing in his face, and the more I tried to look serious the more it would come; and I didn't want to offend him." "Just like 'em, sir," said Joe, as Rodd explained himself more fully.
But I am very glad that you have so strangely led up to the subject upon which I wish to talk to you." "What, my forgetfulness?" "No, no! That expedition into the forest." "No, no; don't talk about it. I have thought about it too much, and it worries me." "Well, I want to put a stop to its worrying you. Morny here has been telling me how anxious you both are to go." "Morny!
"Chassez croissez," said De Morny, when the report was made to him. December 4, the last day of the struggle, was by far the most terrible. Louis Napoleon, in spite of many benefits which France and the world owe him, will never be cleansed from the stain that the outrages of that day have left upon his memory.
I have known my Paris now twice as long as Thackeray knew his Paris, and my Paris has been as interesting as his Paris, for it includes the Empire, the Siege and the Republic. I knew and sat for months at table with Comtesse Walewska, widow of the bastard son of Napoleon Bonaparte. The Duke de Morny was rather a person in his way and Gambetta was no slouch, as Titmarsh would himself agree.
Now, Rodd, we shall soon get the brig careened over and the leaks repaired, and then " "Well," said Rodd, "what then?" "Be off to sea again," cried Morny excitedly. "Well, you seem in a precious hurry," grumbled Rodd. "Wouldn't you be if your schooner was like our brig?" "No. Uncle and I are reckoning upon making a lot of discoveries ashore.
Garry refused to discuss the point. "And Brian, another Irish lunatic!" he marveled, shaking his head. "Did Max write you the name of the French woman?" "Yes. 'Twas a Madame Morny. I've written her. Garry, darlin', where on earth did you find that inspired collection of green rags?" "The bank managed somehow." "Weren't they curious?" "They were until I said the commission came from you.
I went back to the prison and spoke to one of our guards a frowning, fierce-looking fellow and I told him how ill my father was, and that he never seemed as if he could eat the prison rations, as they called them, and that I wanted to try and catch some of the little fish on the moor and cook them, and try if I could tempt him with them." "And what did he say?" cried Rodd, for Morny had stopped.
Magendie was President; Regnal, Secretary; besides Rayer, the renowned comparative pathologist; Yvart, the Inspector-General of the Imperial Veterinary Schools; Renault, Inspector of the Imperial Veterinary Schools; Delafond, Director of Alfort College; Bouley, Lassaigne, Baudemont, Doyére, Manny de Morny, and a few others representing the public.
It is very likely that after the coup-d'etat of December, the trembling puppet who had sat shivering over his fire in the palace of the Elysee while Morny and Fleury and St. Arnaud and the rest of the cool gamblers were playing their last desperate stake on that fatal night, really persuaded himself that the work was his, and that he had saved society.
He had reached the last paragraph, which ran thus: "Whoever shall be detected constructing a barricade, posting a placard of the ex-Representatives, or reading it, shall be...." here Saint-Arnaud had paused; Morny had shrugged his shoulders, had snatched the pen from his hand, and written "shot!" Other matters had been decided, but these were not recorded.
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