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"Haw! haw! haw!" roared Raynal; "here is a pretty mother. Wants her daughter to be unlawfully married in a church, instead of lawfully in a house. Give me the will!" "Look here, mother-in-law: I have left Beaurepaire to my lawful wife." "Otherwise," put in Picard, "in case of death, it would pass to his heir-at-law." "And HE would turn you all out, and that does not suit me.
Picard; he was sent by one of the old friends of that gentleman, and brought him provisions and clothes for his family. He gave notice to us all, in the name of the English Governor, that two other boats loaded with provisions, were coming. Having to wait till they arrived, I could not remain with Mr. Picard's family.
Behind him came a stalwart young woman, grim of face. John shouted with joy. It was Picard, carrying Julie, and the woman who followed was the faithful Suzanne. Picard put Julie down. She stood erect, pale as death. But the color flooded into her face when she saw John, and uttering a cry of joy she ran forward to meet him. She put her hands in his and said: "I knew that you would save me!"
But the wind also brought upon its edge that far faint murmur which he knew was the throbbing of the great guns, miles and miles away. "Perhaps, Monsieur had better lie down again now and sleep awhile," said Picard insinuatingly. "Sleep! I need sleep! Why, Picard, by your own account I've just awakened from a sleep four days and four nights long." "But, sir, that was not sleep.
After having looked at her for some time, he let fall the veil, and returned to his place, where he joyfully related to his comrades what he had just seen. Several Frenchmen who had perceived the Moor, informed Mr. Picard, who resolved, on the obliging offers of the officers, to dress these ladies in a military dress, which, for the future, prevented all attempts of the inhabitants of the desert.
He saw Picard come out alone on several occasions, and once with another of his own stripe, whom he took to be Lamoine. One evening, when crossing Leicester Square, Picard was accosted by a stranger in his own language. Looking round with a start, he saw at his side a cringing tramp, worse than shabbily dressed. "What did you say?" asked Picard, with a tremor in his voice.
He had signed a day or two before sailing; he had even begged for the honor to ship with Captain Flanagan; and he gave his name as Pierre Picard, to which he had no more right than to Alphonse. As Captain Flanagan was too good a sailor himself to draw distinctions, he was always glad to add a foreign tongue to his crew. You never could tell when its use might come in handy.
These were tremendous things, but he had himself to think about too, and personality can often outweigh the universe. Julie was gone, taking a lot of the light with her, but Picard was still there, and while he was grizzled and stern he was a friend. John sat up quite straight and Picard did not try to keep him from it. "Picard," he said, "you see me, don't you?"
"Picard, valet to the Chevalier de Vaudrey." The Marquis immediately gave orders that he be admitted, and a sharp, wiry-looking fellow, wearing the de Vaudrey livery, stood before the gay party. "Most excellent Marquis and most beautiful ladies," he said to the general mirth as he curtsied low and executed a neat pas seul, "my master the Chevalier is very late, but he will surely appear."
He held open the door of the dining-room and when she went out he followed her, leaving Picard and Suzanne to their hour. John and Julie in the smoking-room were not lonely. They talked of many of the events he had suggested, and of more.
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