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Updated: June 7, 2025
Now, it is known that by the rules of military etiquette, a wide social gulf lies between the Colonel of the regiment and the private in the ranks. Yet, Colonel Le Noir continually went out of his way to insult Private Rocke, hoping to provoke him to some act of fatal insubordination.
Then, with the Count mounted at my side, I backed out into the roadway, and we were soon speeding along that switchback of a road with dozens of dangerous turns and irritating tram-lines that leads past Eze into the tiny Principality of His Royal Highness Prince Rouge et Noir the paradise of gamblers, thieves, and fools. "Well, Ewart," he said, almost before we got past Mr.
While Cap was making these mental comments the priest was asking the bridegroom: "Wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife," etc., etc., etc., "so long as ye both shall live?" To which Craven Le Noir, in a sonorous voice responded: "I will." "Indeed you will? We'll see that presently!" said Cap to herself.
The Indian shook his head. "Lose time," he said. "We go straight to Riviere de Noir." "You don't think, then, they are likely to turn off before that?" "Leaping Horse thinks not. They know Indian about here. Perhaps found Indian trail near first camp. Know, anyhow, many Indians. Think push straight on." "That is the likeliest. Anyhow, by keeping on we must get nearer to them.
She can't even stand it to hear the water running down the eave spouts during a heavy shower." The Winnebagos all laughed again at this queer "bête noir" of Oh-Pshaw's, all but Nyoda. She knew something which the girls did not, and which neither Agony nor Oh-Pshaw herself knew, something which had been told her by Grandmother Wing in one of her talks with Nyoda.
This great principle of order in thinking is what we are too apt to forget. 'Give us, cry many, 'safety in our opinions, and let who will be logical. An Englishman's creed is compromise. His bete noir extravagance.
I was forbidden to go out or to appear at a window. I had the whole attic, containing some eight or ten rooms, to rove over, but I was forbidden to descend. An ill-looking woman called Dorcas Knight, between whom and the elder Le Noir there seemed to have been some sinful bond was engaged ostensibly as my attendant, but really as my jailer.
Colonel Le Noir then went and spoke apart to the officiating priest, saying, in a tone of dissatisfaction: "I told you, sir, that as our bride was an orphan, recently bereaved, and still in deep mourning, we wished the marriage ceremony to be strictly private, and you gave me to understand, sir, that at this hour the chapel was most likely to be vacant. Yet, here I find a half a score of people!
Blinding flashes of lightning suggested a gathering of the family in the reception-hall, where, according to tradition, there was "less danger"; and as the unknown lady opened the door of the front room, Fran heard footsteps upon the stairs, and caught a glimpse of Grace Noir descending.
I had bethought me how excellent are the pumpkins of the good fathers at the Straits; and indeed I would we had with us more of that excellent fruit, the bean." "Bah! Jean Breboeuf," retorted Pierre Noir. "'Tis but a poor-hearted voyageur would hang about a mission garden with a hoe in his hand instead of a gun. Perhaps the good sisters at the Mountain miss thy skill at pulling weeds."
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