Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 22, 2025
"Instructions to Jean Motier with reference to my son, Claude de Montresor, and my property. "As I do not know how long I shall be absent, I think it better to leave directions about my son, which may be your guide in the event of my death. I must stay away long enough to enable me to overcome the grief that I feel. Long, long indeed, must it be before I shall feel able to settle in any one place.
Zac was not alone on board, nor had the present voyage been undertaken on his own account, or of his own motion. There were two passengers, one of whom had engaged the schooner for his own purposes. This one was a young fellow who called himself Claude Motier, of Randolph.
But now, bein' as Cazeneau's goin' away to-morrer, we'll be in a position to deal with the people here that's a keepin' Motier; an' when it comes to them why, they won't feel like losin' six of their men for the sake of one stranger."
She sent her son, George Washington de Lafayette, to his illustrious namesake in America, and as "Madame Motier, of Hartford, Connecticut," she, with her two young daughters, made her way to Hamburg where, instead of taking ship for America, she took carriage across the wide spaces of Germany and Austria.
Perhaps the man believed him, perhaps he did not, but the result of an appeal to force was doubtful, and wine was an attraction. He held out his hand with an air that the welcome of France was in the action. For the present they could pose as friends, whatever might chance in the future. "Sieur Motier the Marquis is now called, but in America that name would not appeal.
Dess Monsieur de Cazeneau wish to get us to Louisbourg, where he will ruin us all dat is, de ole count and de mademoiselle. You moos turn about, and take us to Boston." "Take you to Boston! But this schooner is engaged to go to Louisbourg with Mr. Motier." Margot shook her head. "You moos do it," said she, "or we sall be ruin. You moos tell Monsieur Motier "
That M. Motier had been kept in confinement at the house of Comeau; that early on the previous day M. Cazeneau had departed for Louisbourg, with the Abbé Michel, and the Countess de Laborde and her maid; that M. Motier, however, on the previous night, had somehow effected his escape.
"Your suggestion," said he, at length, "is certainly a good one, and worth consideration. Yet I don't see how it can be so. No for this reason: the captain of the schooner was certainly a New Englander, and e spoke in my hearing, on several occasions, as though this Motier was, like himself, a native of New England, and as one, too, whom he had known for years.
The letter also was shown him, and he seemed able to gather from it a general idea of its meaning. His words to Zac indicated a very lively idea of the danger which was impending over the prisoners. "Me go," he said. "Put me 'shore. Me go tout de suite; me deliver M. Motier; make come here tout de suite bon!"
The chief officers of the garrison were present. With them came Florian. "I am sorry, monsieur," said Cazeneau, "that I cannot invite you to a seat in this court." "By virtue of my military rank," said Florian, "I claim a seat here, if not as judge, at least as spectator. I have come to see that the Count de Montresor has justice." "There is no such person. We are to try one Motier."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking