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Hardly had the wretch pronounced these words than a dreadful shriek sounded above the roar of the crowd, through which the bearers of the litter, preceded by Morok, were with difficulty making their way. It was Cephyse who uttered that cry.
Some explanation is necessary for the clear understanding of what follows. In the lower stage-box, to the left of the audience, were several persons, who had been referred to by the young men in the stalls. The omnibus-box was occupied by the Englishman, the eccentric and portentous bettor, whose presence inspired Morok with so much dread.
I have not, like you, a head of marble, and a body of iron; but as for fuddling myself with gunpowder, instead of anything else, that'll do for me; I'm only fit for that work now and then, it will drive away thought." "Oh what kind?" "You know that when I do think, I think only of one thing," said Jacques, gloomily. "The Bacchanal queen? still?" said Morok, in a disdainful tone.
Morok was appeased, and said to Sleepinbuff in a hoarse voice: "Do you think me a coward?" "No, by heaven!" "Well! And yet this Englishman, with his grotesque face, frightens me more than any tiger or my panther!" "You say so, and I believe it," replied Jacques; "but I cannot understand why the presence of this man should alarm you."
At the cry of Ninny Moulin, who had, though late, thrown himself upon Jacques to take away the knife, Cephyse raised her head: Jacques's woeful dejection wrung her heart; she rose, and fell upon his neck, notwithstanding his resistance, exclaiming in a voice broken by sobs, "Jacques, if you knew! if you only knew listen do not condemn me without hearing me I will tell you all, I swear to you without falsehood this man," and she pointed to Morok, "will not dare deny what I say; he came, and told me to have the courage to "
"True, dear uncle; but do not quite leave us, because of that." "Be sure I shall not: for I am curious as you are to see these terrible animals, and the famous Morok, the incomparable lion-tamer." A few minutes after, Mdlle. de Cardoville's carriage had left the Champs Elysees, carrying with it the little girl, and directing its course towards the Rue d'Anjou.
But I am not to be made a dupe twice," cried the burgomaster, in an angry tone, for, like all persons of a weak and shifting character, he was without pity for those whom he thought capable of having beguiled his compassion. "Do not be in a hurry to decide don't give to my words more weight than they deserve," resumed Morok with a hypocritical affectation of humility.
"As you please; I have some provisions left in my pouch, and can sup in the loft whilst I rest myself." "Go." "Master, remember what I told you. Beware of that old fellow with the gray moustache; I think he's devilish tough; I'm up to these things he's an ugly customer be on your guard!" "Be quite easy! I am always on my guard," said Morok.
In the second picture, Morok, decently clad in a catechumen's white gown kneels, with clasped hands, to a man who wears a white neckcloth, and flowing black robe.
Burgomaster, when you were talking of me?" "Because there are some things so shameful, that one would blush to utter them aloud," answered Morok insolently. Till then Dagobert had kept his arms folded; he now extended them violently, clenching his fists. This sudden movement was so expressive that the two sisters uttered a cry of terror, and drew closer to him. "Hark ye, Mr.
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