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Updated: July 4, 2025
The gentlemen who had been forced either by poverty or the roving hand of adventure to take parts in this mission drama were gathered before the fire, discussing the days of prosperity and the court of Louis XIII. A few feet from the poet's table stood another, and round this sat Major du Puys, Nicot, and the vicomte, engaged in a friendly game of dominoes.
"Rascal, I will flog you with the flat of my sword!" roared Nicot; and he was about to draw when a strong hand restrained him. "Patience, comrade, patience; you go too fast." Du Puys loosened Nicot's hand. The young man leaned back in his chair and twirled the ends of his blond mustache. "If I were not so tired I could enjoy this comedy.
'You know the murderer? 'A little, not much; I played pool with him. 'And do you know the motive of the crime? 'It was love, Monsieur, love; Nicot had met a girl, named Eugénie 'You knew the victim, too? 'Only by sight, she was there in the café the night we played. 'Very well; but don't tell that to anybody; come, come, quick. He took possession of Joseph and made him get into a cab, which went rolling off at great speed down the Boulevard des Italiens.
Some one laughed aloud. "Monsieur Nicot, for pity's sake, remember where you are!" Maître le Borgne pressed back the soldier. "Ah! it is Monsieur Nicot who has such a delicate nose?" said the youth banteringly. "Well, Monsieur Nicot, permit me to finish this excellent pie. I have tasted nothing half so good since I left Paris." "Postilion!" cried Nicot, pushing Le Borgne aside.
Though Columbus and his immediate followers doubtless brought home specimens of tobacco among the other spoils of the New World, Jean Nicot, ambassador to Portugal from Francis II., first sent the seeds to France, where they were cultivated and used about the year 1560.
When at length the good Father moved to another side of the circle, where Du Puys and Nicot sat, the Chevalier stood up and stepped before D'Hérouville. "Rise, Monsieur," he said. His voice was even. D'Hérouville rose, wondering. Victor ceased to inspect his hands, and the vicomte let the blade sink to his knees. "You have laughed, Monsieur D'Hérouville; you have laughed at misfortune."
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