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Updated: June 9, 2025
By the Pope of Rome, friend Tummas, that was a day! Had you seen how the Mounseers looked when four-and-twenty rampaging he-devils, sword and pistol, cut and thrust, pell-mell came tumbling into the redoubt! Why, sir, we left in three minutes as many artillerymen's heads as there were cannon-balls. It was, "Ah sacre!" "D you, take that!" "O mon Dieu!" "Run him through!"
"Pille-Miche," he said to his comrade. "Where's your tobacco-box?" "Ho! sacre bleu! what a fine chain!" cried Pille-Miche, fumbling in a pocket constructed in his goatskin. Then he held out to Marche-a-Terre the little horn in which Bretons put the finely powdered tobacco which they prepare themselves during the long winter nights.
With the courage induced by extraordinary events, she was traversing Paris afoot and going from the Madeleine to Notre Dame, or to the Sacre Coeur on the heights of Montmartre. Religious festivals were now thronged like popular assemblies. The preachers were tribunes. Patriotic enthusiasm interrupted many sermon with applause.
He had entered the army by the back door, but he had got in. The future knight of the air was now the humblest of grooms. "I do not ask any favors for him," his father wrote to the captain. "All I ask is that he may perform any services he is capable of." He had to be tried and proved deserving, to pass through all the minor ranks before being worthy to wear the casque sacré.
And she, that sweet young lady, she she was there too; and now when I look at this Tarboe, the brother of that man, and see her and know what I know sacre!" He waved a hand. "No-no-no, don't think there's anything except what's in the soul. That man has touched ma'm'selle I don't know why, but he has touched her heart. Perhaps by his great bulk, his cleverness, his brains, his way of doing things.
"Sacre nom d'un pipe," rapped out the Belgian doctor; "variole!" "Small-pox lib," whimpered his boat-boys, and before their master could interfere, beat at the delirious wretch with their oars. He hung on tenaciously, enduring a perfect avalanche of blows.
I'm hearin' Lapierre she pass de word to hit for Snare Lake, for deeg de gol'." "Did Lapierre tell you to deeg de gol', or me? Non. He say, you go to Tostoff." The snakelike eyes of the smaller man glittered at the mention of gold. He clutched at the other's arm and cried out sharply: "MacNair arres'! Sacré! Com', we tak' de wheeskey to de Clearwater an' go on to Snare Lake."
But are you quite sure she is gone? not hiding in some cupboard? Sacre! very odd. Have you seen Mrs. Crane about it?" "Yes, just come from her; she thinks that villain Waife must have stolen her. But I want you, sir, to come with me to a magistrate." "Magistrate! I! why? nonsense; set the police to work."
This is my trail I go out after the shearing through the Cañada de las Viñas, then across the Little Antelope, while the grass is quick. After that I go up toward the hills of Olancho, where I keep one month; there is much good feed and no man comes. Also then I wait at Tres Piños for the sheriff that I pay the tax. Sacre! it is a hard one, that tax!
The first flashed his eyes up in the boy's. "Sapristi!" he cried, and tried to come down to the ready. The shingle roared away beneath his feet. Back he slithered. And as he did so, Kit launched down on him. "Sacre nom!" the fellow screamed, and toppled back on the bayonet of his mate. Kit ran over his falling body into the arms of the other. "Take the man behind!" he yelled back.
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