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"I'm sorry to hear such things of Augustine," smiled Renard, as he worked; "she must be indulging in an entr'acte. No, the gentleman of Augustine's well, perhaps not of her affections, but of her mother's choice, is a peasant who works the farm; the creamery is only an incidental diversion. Again, I'm sorry to hear such sad things of Augustine " "Horrors!" "Exactly.
The little widow cried beneath her breath: "Elle a de l'esprit, celle-la " "Elle en a de trop," retorted the countess. "Did you ever read Zola's 'Quatre Saisons?" Renard asked, turning to the count, at the other end of the table.
Potel and Renard each took an arm of their friend, and walked about with him, conversing. Presently Philippe was seen approaching in full dress; he trailed his cane after him with an imperturbable air which contrasted with the forced attention Max was paying to the remarks of his two supporters. Bridau's hand was grasped by Mignonnet, Carpentier, and several others.
At the same time, with all these vague commendations, he never omitted to supply the suspicious King with an account of every fact or every rumor to the Count's discredit. In the case of this particular satire, he informed Philip that he could swear it came from the pen of Renard, although, for the sake of deception, the rhetoric comedians had been employed.
And the old renard, slyly looking on, lets everyone love whichever he prefers, or the three if he will all the more certain is he of him." "Come nearer to them," said the Angel, snatching me downwards in the veil through the noxious vapours rising from the city.
Here the president interrupted him a second time: "Take care, you are insulting the widow, Madame Flameche, who is present." Renard made his excuses: "I beg your pardon, I beg your pardon; my anger carried me away. Well, not a quarter of an hour had passed when the little man caught another chub, and another almost immediately, and another five minutes later.
"Oh, yes, now I remember: Maitre renard, par l'odeur alleche, Lui tint a peu pres ce langage: He! bonjour..." At this point Doretta, seeing that her father is not listening to her, breaks off her recitation. Signor Odoardo has, in fact, closed the book upon his forefinger, and is looking elsewhere. "Well, Doretta," he absently inquires, "why don't you go on?"
It was a pitiful attempt, because the fox face was new and stiff, and Dorothy thought his expression more stupid than before the transformation. "I think we ought to be going now," said the shaggy man, uneasily, for he didn't know what the King might take into his head to do next. "Don't leave us yet, I beg of you," pleaded King Renard.
Late in the afternoon he had an interview with M. Renard, who, as at that season of the year he was not over-busied with other affairs, engaged to obtain leave to place his services at Graham's command during the time requisite for inquiries at Aix, and to be in readiness to start the next day.
"An evil spirit!" repeated the other, mockingly; "'tis the spirit that has taken the lives of so many Hurons; the spirit that slew my young men at 'the tumbling river'; that took their scalps at the 'healing spring'; and who has, now, bound the arms of Le Renard Subtil!" "Of whom does my friend speak?" "Of the dog who carries the heart and cunning of a Huron under a pale skin La Longue Carabine."
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