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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.
"Death to Englishmen!" cried Carpentier. That toast was received with prodigious applause. "Shame on Hudson Lowe," said Captain Renard. The dessert passed off well; the libations were plentiful.
In my younger days I was thought clever in private theatricals, especially in the transformations of appearance which belong to light comedy and farce. Wait a few minutes, and you shall see." Graham then retreated into his bedroom, and in a few minutes reappeared so changed, that Renard at first glance took him for a stranger.
Renard was fairly started; he had the bit of the born monologist between his teeth; he stopped barely long enough to hear even an echoing assent. We were quite content; we continued to sip our champagne and to feast our eyes. Meanwhile Renard talked on. "Guide-books what's the use of guide-books? What do they teach you, anyway? Open any one of the cursed clap-trap things.
"Just the beautifulest kind of cross-country weather!" He sang on: Three lovely ladies they met at the meet, With whips in their hands and with boots on their feet; And the gentlemen lifted their hats with a cheer, As the girls said, "Red Renard is waiting you here." He quickened into the stanza he liked best: Three scarlet huntsmen rode off by the side Of three lovely ladies on horses of pride.
You doubtless know my name, whichever country or hemisphere you happen to live in, as that of the creator of Martin Renard, the famous and popular detective; and I was not at that moment disposed to apologise, either to Maschka or Schofield or anybody else, for having written the stories at the bidding of a gaping public.
Heyward turned the instant she gave a direction to his suspicions, and peering just above the ledge which formed the threshold of the open outlet of the cavern, he beheld the malignant, fierce and savage features of Le Renard Subtil. In that moment of surprise, the self-possession of Heyward did not desert him.
Methinks this is an excess of zeal for a friend who was so late an enemy! How many suns have set since Le Renard struck the war-post of the English?" "Where is that sun?" demanded the sullen savage. "Behind the hill; and it is dark and cold. But when he comes again, it will be bright and warm. Le Subtil is the sun of his tribe.
Renard was beside his friend De Troisac; the horn rang out, the horses started as if stung, dashing at their bits, and in another moment the great coach was being whirled beneath the archway. "Au revoir au revoir!" was cried down to us from the throne-like elevation. There was a pretty waving of hands for even the countess's dislike melted into sweetness as she bade us farewell.
"Here; singly to your face, or in the presence of your nation." "Le Renard Subtil is a great chief!" returned the Indian; "he will go and bring his young men, to see how bravely a pale face can laugh at tortures." He turned away while speaking, and was about to leave the place through the avenue by which Duncan had approached, when a growl caught his ear, and caused him to hesitate.
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