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Renault surmises, quite correctly, that this severity was probably due to the fear that they would assist the Nawab. The following incident during Renault's captivity shows how little could be expected from the Nawab towards a friend who was no longer able to be of use to him.
The great surgeons and doctors come up here and send patients here. He has all he can do, with two assistants." "He must be a strong man." "You will see! The place is Renault. It all bears the print of his hand.
She was going out to see the Russell girls at their father's country place on Bellefontaine Road, especially to proclaim her detestation for a certain young Yankee upstart. She had unbosomed herself to Anne Brinsmade and timid Eugenie Renault the day before. It was Indian summer, the gold and purple season of the year. Frost had come and gone.
"I try to do what I say, Mr. Renault." "Attendez wait!" cried Mr. Renault, and closed the window. Now was Eliphalet's chance to bolt. The perspiration had come again, and it was cold. But directly the excitable little man, Renault, had appeared on the pavement above him. He had been running. "It is a long voyage from Gravois with a load of wood, Capitaine I am very grateful."
"Which is the 'Silver Lion'?" she called, her voice echoing in the empty street. Soon, between rugs on a bed in the "Silver Lion," between a single sheet doubled in two, she slept propping the lockless door with her suitcase. The Renault slept or watched below in the courtyard, the moon sank, the small hours passed, the day broke, the first day in Charleville.
"You ruin her!" The bluff young Captain put down his glass to laugh. "Ruin her!" he exclaimed. "Her pa don't ruin her I eh, Ephum? Her pa don't ruin her!" "Lawsy, Marse Lige, I reckon he's wuss'n any." "Ephum," said the Colonel, pulling his goatee thoughtfully, "you're a damned impertinent nigger. I vow I'll sell you South one of these days. Have you taken that letter to Mr. Renault?"
The one reward of service was the chance of plunder, and naturally, then, as soon as the fighting with the Nawab had stopped for a time, the desertions from the British forces were numerous. Colonel Clive had more than once written to Renault to remonstrate with him for taking British soldiers into his service.
About 2.30 P.M., November 18, I was informed that Admiral Koltchak had assumed absolute power under the title of "Supreme Governor," with a Council of Ministers who would be responsible to him for the proper performance of their duties; that he proposed to call on the French representative, Monsieur Renault, to present himself in the evening; that he would then call on me, as the senior British officer in Omsk, and in my case he would answer any questions I chose to put to him.
She is sick dying, you say?" cried Josephine. "Aha. She ver' dam' seek. She burn up lak fire." Josephine looked up at Philip. "I knew she was sick," she said. "But I didn't think it was so bad. If she dies it will be my fault. I should have gone." She turned quickly to Renault. "When did you see her last?" she asked. "Listen! Papak-oo-moo?" "Aha."
A. and his daily lectures on cleanliness, deportment, etc.! In spite of myself I started to sing. The driver interrupted: "I heard you asking the tin lid something in French. Whadhesay?" "Said that gink in the Renault is the head cop of Noyon," I answered at random.
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