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You understand I am on the spot; if anything should happen, I am here to meet it; whilst Raoul is absent, and has only myself to represent him; so, Raoul's affairs before my own." "But he will return?" "Not, however, until his mission is completed. In the meantime, you understand, evil reports cannot be permitted to circulate about him without my looking into them."
"Come, my son," added the comte, gently passing his arm around Raoul's neck to draw him into the carriage, and again embracing him.
The hand that he lifted to take his cigarette from his lips trembled, and the colonel eyed him with quiet amusement. "They've got you rattled too, have they?" he said. "My God! It's awful!" said Crewe. "Awful!" "What's awful about it?" asked the colonel. "White's dead, ain't he? And Raoul's dead, ain't he? Two men who might talk and give a lot of trouble." "What did he say before he died?
Buckingham listened patiently to Raoul's remarks, for he instinctively felt, without having had any proof that such was the case, that Raoul checked the display of De Guiche's feelings, and that, had it not been for Raoul, some mad act or proceeding, either of the count, or of Buckingham himself, would have brought about an open rupture, or a disturbance perhaps even exile itself.
You would ask me if I have not been to Blois?" "Exactly so." "I have not been there; I have not even seen the person to whom you allude." Raoul's voice trembled as he pronounced these words. Athos, a sovereign judge in all matters of delicacy, immediately added, "Raoul, you answer me with a painful feeling; you are unhappy."
To be handsome, smooth, talented, jealous all this is Villa Rocca's "metier." He is a true Italian. Paris is a human hive. Thousands labor to restore its beauty. The stream of life ebbs and flows once more on the boulevards. The galleries reopen. Armand labors in the Louvre. He finished the velvet-eyed Madonna, copied after Murillo's magic hand. He chafes under Raoul's laurels.
But Raoul's insinuation that anybody would entrust him with a private matter brought another laugh. Honoré nodded to his uncle to read it out, and those who could not understand English, as well as those who could, listened. It was a paper Sylvestre had picked out of a waste-basket on the day of Aurore's visit to the counting-room. Agricola read: "What is that layde want in thare with Honoré?"
Then suddenly, he said, "M. de Bragelonne, I know nowhere a nobler mind than yours; you are, indeed, a worthy son of the most perfect gentleman that ever lived. Keep your tents." And he threw his arms round Raoul's neck.
His friend Nina Gypsy was extravagant, but her devotion to Prosper restrained her from going beyond certain limits. Raoul's great intimacy with Prosper enabled him to fully understand the state of his mind; that he was trying to drown his disappointment in excitement, but had not given up all hope.
A Gascon, he exceeded in ill-luck all the gasconnades of France and Navarre; Raoul had a hundred times heard Job and D'Artagnan named together, as the twins Romulus and Remus. D'Artagnan caught Raoul's look of astonishment. "And has not your father told you I have been in England?" "Yes, monsieur le chevalier." "And that I there met with a very lucky chance?" "No, monsieur, I did not know that."
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