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Updated: June 11, 2025
"But did you never think," asked the other, "that that might be Jack Poquelin, as you call him, alive and well, and for some cause hid away by his brother?" "But there har' no cause!" said the other, and the entrance of third parties changed the subject. Some months passed and the street was opened.
"Then," continued Porthos, "he made a sign: two lads approached; one supported my left arm, while the other, with infinite address, supported my right." "'Another, my man, cried he. A third approached. 'Support monsieur by the waist, said he. The garcon complied." "So that you were at rest?" asked D'Artagnan. "Perfectly; and Pocquenard drew me on the glass." "Poquelin, my friend."
I, too, have on my bureau a bust of our great Poquelin, but Madame Desvanneaux thinks that this author's style is somewhat too pornographic, and has ordered me to replace his profane image by the more edifying one of our charitable patron, Saint Vincent de Paul." "Is it to tell me of your family jars that you honor me with this visit?" said Eugenie. "No, indeed!
"O Jean-ah Poquelin! O Jean-ah! Jean-ah Poquelin!" It was not necessary to utter more than that.
The elder a bold, frank, impetuous, chivalric adventurer; the younger a gentle, studious, book-loving recluse; they lived upon the ancestral estate like mated birds, one always on the wing, the other always in the nest. There was no trait in Jean Marie Poquelin, said the old gossips, for which he was so well known among his few friends as his apparent fondness for his "little brother."
But M. Desbarreaux gave but a mere patronizing nod to young Corneille, who was talking in a corner with a foreigner, and with a young man whom he presented to the mistress of the house by the name of M. Poquelin, son of the 'valet-de-chambre tapissier du roi'. The foreigner was Milton; the young man was Moliere.
A careless eye might easily overlook it, but, once seen, there it hung faint, but unmistakable. The Governor bowed. "Parlez-vous français?" asked the figure. "I would rather talk English, if you can do so," said the Governor. "My name, Jean Poquelin." "How can I serve you, Mr. Poquelin?" "My 'ouse is yond'; dans le marais l
I, too, have on my bureau a bust of our great Poquelin, but Madame Desvanneaux thinks that this author's style is somewhat too pornographic, and has ordered me to replace his profane image by the more edifying one of our charitable patron, Saint Vincent de Paul." "Is it to tell me of your family jars that you honor me with this visit?" said Eugenie. "No, indeed!
Instead of frequenting the courts, Jean-Baptiste Poquelin was an assiduous attendant upon such companies of players as then amused the metropolis, and at length placed himself at the head of a society of young men, who began by acting plays for amusement, and ended by performing with a view to emolument. His parents were greatly distressed by the step he had taken.
It was only the next evening but one after his adventure that he made himself a source of sullen amazement to one hundred and fifty boys, by ordering them to desist from their wanton hallooing. Old Jean Poquelin, standing and shaking his cane, rolling out his long-drawn maledictions, paused and stared, then gave the Secretary a courteous bow and started on.
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