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Very disconsolately they looked at it, but there was no cure. Lucien left early next morning. "That was last autumn, a little before the wreck of your great English steamship the Rougemont Castle.
John kept by the side of de Rougemont. There were brief introductions to some of the young officers nearest him, and he felt an air of friendliness about him. As de Rougemont told them he had already given ample proof of his devotion to the cause, and he was accepted promptly as one of them. John was now conscious how strongly he had projected himself into the life of the French.
Put the dinner off I can't go!" said Foker. "No, hang it I must go. Poyntz and Rougemont, and ever so many more are coming. The drag at Pelham Corner at six o'clock, Anatole." The drag was not one of Mr.
I feel it! I know it!" De Rougemont gazed at him, and then the light leaped into his own eyes. "A prophet! A prophet!" he cried. "Inspired youth speaks!" A great crisis may call into being a great impulse, and de Rougemont's words were at once accepted as truth by all the young aides.
You know, madame, the woman I spoke to you about, Sophie Couteau, La Couteau as we call her at Rougemont, who brings nurses to Paris?" "Well, what of it?" exclaimed Valentine, on the point of ordering Celeste to leave the room, for it seemed to her quite outrageous to be disturbed in this manner.
I wonder if I'll meet anywhere on the front that company to which I belong, the Strangers." "I think I've heard of them," said de Rougemont, "a body of Americans and Englishmen, volunteers in the French service, commanded by Captain Daniel Colton." "Right you are, and I've two particular friends in that company I suppose they've rejoined it Wharton, an American, and Carstairs, an Englishman.
The Republican troops were now attacking and the Imperial troops were seeking to hold fast. He seemed to comprehend it all in an instant, and a mighty joy surged over him. De Rougemont saw his glistening eye and he asked curiously: "What is it that you are feeling so strongly, Mr. Scott?" "The thrill of the advance! The unknown plan, whatever it is, is working! Your nation is about to be saved!
It was at the Vimeux' house that the servant's last child, born in La Rouche's den, had died a fortnight after arriving at Rougemont, and the Vimeux, who were more or less her cousins, had sent her their friendly remembrances and the news that they were about to marry off their daughter.
In that part of Normandy, in and around Rougemont, all the women drank more or less, and the girls even carried little bottles of brandy to school with them in their baskets. Marie Lebleu, however, was a woman of the kind that one picks up under the table, and, indeed, it might be said that since the birth of her last child she had never been quite sober.
Opposite him was a French Print, of a Turkish lady and her Greek lover, surprised by a venerable Ottoman, the lady's husband; on the other wall was a French print of a gentleman and lady, riding and kissing each other at full gallop; all round the chaste bedroom were more French prints, either portraits of gauzy nymphs of the Opera, or lovely illustrations of the novels; or mayhap, an English chef-d'oeuvre or two, in which Miss Calverley of T. R. E. O. would be represented in tight pantaloons in her favourite page part; or Miss Rougemont as Venus; their value enhanced by the signatures of these ladies, Maria Calverley, or Frederica Rougemont, inscribed underneath the prints in an exquisite facsimile.
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