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We won the race by twenty lengths. In three seconds we were on the platform standing before the second-class carriages. The doors were opened, and some passengers alighted, but not my thief. We made a search through the compartments. No sign of Arsene Lupin. "Sapristi!" I cried, "he must have recognized me in the automobile as we were racing, side by side, and he leaped from the train."
At last I relented a little, and told him I would spare him that once, if he gave up the stolen goods, and never lifted his head for an hour. Sapristi! How glad he was of the terms! I dare say my weight was unpleasant; so the geese made us a divine stew that night, and the last thing I saw of my man was his lying flat as I left him, with his face still down in the sand-hole."
"We will use only matches for counters. Merci, merci, Monsieur l'Administrateur! You are very good. Please, will you give me now the note to Ah You?" As he limped away with it, the governor poured me an inch of absinthe. "Sapristi!" he exclaimed. "O Lalala! O, la, la, la!" He burst into laughter. "He will play ze bloff?" I spent that evening with Kriech, the German trader of Taka-Uka.
Not but that Pioche is a brave fellow and a fine soldier. Sapristi! he 'd be no discredit to any girl's choice. But Minette " "Minette, the vivandière?" "Ay, to be sure, mon lieutenant; I'd warrant you must have known her." "What of her? where is she?" said I, burning with impatience. "She's with the wounded, up at Reygern yonder.
His cheeks were the color of crushed grapes, and his dusky eyes glowed with a languishing fire. "Sapristi!" exclaimed Arobin. But Mrs. Highcamp had one more touch to add to the picture. She took from the back of her chair a white silken scarf, with which she had covered her shoulders in the early part of the evening.
Now and again one would raise his head, and with a laugh, or a "Sapristi!" or a "Sacre bleu!" drop back into comfort again. After about ten minutes' walk he was brought to a small wooden house, the door was thrown open, he was tossed inside, and the soldiers entered after. The room was empty save for a bench, some shelves, a table, on which a lantern burned, and a rude crucifix on the wall.
"He is nothing to me," she said, earnestly, "absolutely nothing. I despise him that is all. He is unworthy the thought of any woman." The slender figure of the Mexican swayed as though stricken by a blow, the fierce, tigerish passion dying out of her face, her free hand seeking her throat as though choking. "Nothing?" she gasped, incredulously. "Sapristi, I think you lie, señorita. Nothing?
Here you shall remain a prisoner until you have consented to be my wife." All seemed, indeed, lost. "Am I too late, Miss St. Clair?" Snake le Vasquez started at the quiet, grim voice. "Sapristi!" he snarled. "You!" "Me!" replied Buck Benson, for it was, indeed, no other. "Thank God, at last!" murmured Estelle St.
In the clear morning air its voice could be heard to the tops of the green hills, and across the wide salt marsh that stretched its feathery fingers to the open sea. A lone, wrinkled fisherman, rolling lazily on the mighty heave of the incoming tide, turned his head landward. "Sapristi!" he grinned, as he slipped a slimy thumb from the meshes of a mackerel-net and crossed himself.
He brought together his hands. "Was it just a 'little bit' when at Homburg you danced with me nearly every time at the grand duchess' ball? Sapristi! I have not forgotten. Was it only a 'little bit' when you let me ride with you at Pau those wild steeplechases! or permitted me to follow you to Madrid, Nice, elsewhere? wherever caprice took you?" "I asked you not to "
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