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Pothier's imagination fell into a vision over a consideration of his favorite text that of the great sheet, wherein was all manner of flesh and fowl good for food, but the tongue of the old notary would trip at the name of Peter, and perversely say, "Rise, Pothier; kill, and eat."
Master Pothier, seeing an officer in the King's uniform, rose on the instant and saluted him with a profound bow, while Dame Bedard and Zoe, standing side by side, dropped their lowest courtesy to the handsome gentleman, as, with woman's glance, they saw in a moment he was. Philibert returned their salute courteously, as he halted his horse in front of Dame Bedard.
Pothier, in charge of the Company's Post, at St. Joseph's, that gentleman patriotically tendered his services. Mr.
Master Pothier, now mind! are you sure that is the right word of the grimoire?" cried Dame Bedard, instinctively perceiving that here lay the very point of the contract. "You know I only give on condition, Master Pothier." "Oh, yes! trust me, Dame Bedard.
Here is a crown for you too, to drink the Intendant's health and another for you, you roving limb of the law, Master Pothier! Come, Master Pothier! I will fill your ragged gown full as a demijohn of brandy if you will go on with the song you were singing." "We were at the old ballad of the Pont d'Avignon, your Honor," replied Master Pothier.
He bade my Lord not to trouble himself, the lady was under his tutelle! which I comprehended as little, as little " "As you do your Nominy Dominy!" replied Pothier. "I don't care what the pigeons have to say to it that is what the Intendant said!" replied Max, hotly, "and THAT, for your law grimoire, Master Pothier!"
"What, in his mouth, Master Pothier?" "None of your quips, Jean; keep cool!" Master Pothier's own face grew red. "Never ring the coin that is a gift, and do not stretch my comparisons like your own wit to a bare thread. If I had said in his mouth, what then? It was by word of mouth, I warrant you, that he carried him away from Beaumanoir. Pity he is not here to take him away from the Tilly Arms!"
"As easy as take a fee or enter a process, your Honor," remarked Master Pothier, whose odd figure had several times drawn the criticizing eye of Colonel Philibert. "A fee! ah! you belong to the law, then, my good friend? I have known many advocates " but Philibert stopped; he was too good-natured to finish his sentence. "You never saw one like me, your Honor was going to say? True, you never did.
"Oh, your Honor," interrupted Dame Bedard, impatiently, for Zoe had been twitching her hard to let her go. "Master Pothier can ride the old sorrel nag that stands in the stable eating his head off for want of hire. Of course your Honor will pay livery?" "Why, certainly, Madame, and glad to do so! So Master Pothier make haste, get the sorrel nag, and let us be off."
Master Pothier shook his head to express disapproval, and smiled to express his inborn sympathy with feasting and good-fellowship "that, your Honor, is the heel of the hunt, the hanging up of the antlers of the stag by the gay chasseurs who are visiting the Intendant!" "A hunting party, you mean? To think that men could stand such brutishness, even to please the Intendant!" "Stand! your Honor.
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