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"You do not play well," said Risque at length, when the other, ghastly white, sat speechless upon the parapet; "if you were the student of chance, that I have been, you would know that at murder the odds are always against you!" "You will not betray me?" pleaded Plade; "so inveterate a gamester can have no conventional ideas of life or crime.
I pitied him, and gave him shelter; but I telegraphed to Paris to test his veracity, and I find that he lied. No man has been slain in a duel as he states. I believe him to be a Federal emissary, and he is in our power." A dozen rough hands struck Plade to the deck; he staggered up, with blood upon his face, and called Heaven to witness that he was no traitor.
He had not even attended the obsequies of the lamented Lees. But Andy Plade forcibly urged that Hugenot was a good speaker, and would be needed for a sentiment. In the evening a lunch was served by Mr.
But lend me one hundred francs till my instalment arrives from Germany, and I will forgive even the present insult." "Boys!" cried Andy Plade, "let us have a supper! We that is, you can take the telegram to our several creditors, and raise enough upon it to pass a regal night at the Trois Frères."
I can but lay my pooah hand upon the manes of my ancestry, and ask in the name of ou-ah cause, is there justice above or retribution upon the earth!" A profound silence ensued, broken only by Mr. Plade, who called Hugenot a man of sentiment, and slapped his back; while Freckle fell upon Pisgah's bosom, and wished that his stomach was as full as his heart. Mr.
"Write!" cried Plade, contemptuously; "write at my dictation." That night the letter was mailed; Mr. Simp was summoned to his banker's the following noon, and at dusk he met Andy Plade in the Place Vendôme, and paid over a thousand francs with a sigh. On the third night succeeding, Messrs. Plade and Hugenot were smoking their cigars at Nice, and Mr.
He was rather ashamed of his father now, and anxious to be a dashing gentleman, like Plade or Pisgah. Why did he play whist so badly? How chanced it that, having dwelt eighteen months in Paris, he could speak no French? His only grisette had both robbed him and been false to him. He knew that the Colony tolerated him, merely. Was he indeed verdant, as they had said obtuse, stupid, lacking wit?
"I am the man," answered Risque, straightforwardly, "to work on your stage-line, and I am dead broke." The man invited Risque to dinner; they rode together on the Champs Elysées; and next morning at daylight the gamester left Paris without a thought or a farewell for the Colony. It was in the Grand Hotel that Messrs. Hugenot and Plade met by chance the evening succeeding the dinner.
Tat's his claymore on ta wall there a coot plade though she's not an Andrew Ferrara. She wass forched in Clenco, py a cousin of her own, Angus py name, and she's a fery coot plade: she 'll can well whistle ta pibroch of Ian Loin apout ta ears of ta Sassenach.
"Where do you come from, and what is your business here? You must be aware that this is a very late hour to take a house by storm in this way." "Thrue for you, sir. But necessity knows no law; and the condition you see me in must plade for me. First, thin, sir, I come from the township of D , and want a masther; and next to that, bedad! I want something to ate.
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