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"Present arms!" was the answer he delivered, in a voice of supreme unconcern. "Citizen-captain, this is an outrage," screamed a voice in the mob. "If blood is shed, upon your own head be it." "Will you withdraw?" inquired the Captain coldly. "To me, my children," cried Souvestre, brandishing his sabre, and seeking to encourage his followers.
That evening they left the country for ever, and Jegu, without their help, grew poorer and poorer, and at last died of misery, while Barbaik was glad to find work in the market of Morlaix. From 'Le Foyer Breton, par E. Souvestre. The Winning of Olwen There was once a king and queen who had a little boy, and they called his name Kilweh.
There they were married the next day, but instead of setting up housekeeping with the little cow and pig to fatten that they had so long wished for, they were able to buy lands for miles round for themselves, and gave each man who had been delivered from the Groac'h a small farm, where he lived happily to the end of his days. From 'Le Foyer Breton, par E. Souvestre. The Escape of the Mouse
As to the bowl and the lance, no one knows what became of them, but some say that Bryak the sorcerer managed to steal them again, and that any one who wishes to possess them must seek them as Peronnik did. From 'Le Foyer Breton, par Emile Souvestre. The Battle of the Birds There was to be a great battle between all the creatures of the earth and the birds of the air.
By EMILE SOUVESTRE October 12th, Seven O'clock A.M. The nights are already become cold and long; the sun, shining through my curtains, no more wakens me long before the hour for work; and even when my eyes are open, the pleasant warmth of the bed keeps me fast under my counterpane.
By EMILE SOUVESTRE June 7th, Four O'clock A.M. I am not surprised at hearing, when I awake, the birds singing so joyfully outside my window; it is only by living, as they and I do, in a top story, that one comes to know how cheerful the mornings really are up among the roofs.
'Yes, you have learned your lesson, answered the fairy, 'and now you shall lead a peaceful life and marry the man you love. For after all it was not yourself you thought of but him. Never again did Tephany see the old woman, but she forgave Denis for selling her tears, and in time he grew to be a good husband, who did his own share of work. From 'Le Foyer Breton, par E. Souvestre.
A pistol spoke, and a volley followed. In the hall some stumbled forward, some hurtled backward, and some sank down in nerveless heaps. But those that remained did not again retreat. Reinforced by others, that crowded in behind, they charged boldly up the stairs, headed by a ragged, red capped giant named Souvestre a man whom the Marquis had once irreparably wronged.
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