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Updated: June 17, 2025
When Vandeloup finished the song he dashed into a riotous student song which he had heard many a time in midnight Paris, and finally ended with singing Alfred de Musset's merry little chanson, which he thought especially appropriate to Kitty: Bonjour, Suzon, ma fleur des bois, Es-tu toujours la plus jolie, Je reviens, tel que tu me vois, D'un grand votage en Italie.
"Nothing is left for us, my friends, but to give up our lives an example how Spanish warriors should live and die. May God and the Holy Mother forgive our sins and shorten our purgatory!" Just as he spoke, a clarion was heard at a distance and the sharpened senses of the knights caught the ring of advancing hoofs. "We are saved!" cried Estevon de Suzon, rising on his stirrups.
I had tutors come to me; I had music lessons, and was called 'miss. I dined at the master's table together with my mother. Mr. Koltovsky was a tall, handsome old man with a stately manner; he always smelt of ambre. I stood in mortal terror of him, though he called me Suzon and gave me his dry, sinewy hand to kiss under its lace-ruffles.
You not come down more to my saloon?" "No, I wouldn't come to your saloon, and I wouldn't go to Theophile Charlemagne's shebang at the Cote Dorion." "You not like Charlemagne's hotel?" said a huge black-bearded pilot, standing beside the landlord. "Oh, I like Charlemagne's hotel, and I like to talk to Suzon Charlemagne, but I'm not married, Rouge Gosselin "
With a loud voice, he called on Muza to oppose him; but the Moor, fatigued with slaughter, and scarcely recovered from the shock of his encounter with De Suzon, reserved so formidable a foe for a future contest.
"Nothing is left for us, my friends, but to give up our lives an example how Spanish warriors should live and die. May God and the Holy Mother forgive our sins and shorten our purgatory!" Just as he spoke, a clarion was heard at a distance and the sharpened senses of the knights caught the ring of advancing hoofs. "We are saved!" cried Estevon de Suzon, rising on his stirrups.
Charley stooped, picked up his hat, and put it on his head again coolly. "Stop that, or I'll clear the bar!" cried Theophile Charlemagne, taking the pistol Suzon slipped into his hand. The sight of the pistol drove the men wild, and more than one snatched at the knife in his belt.
Charley had, however, thrown a spell over her in another fashion. In her eye, in her face, was admiration, the sympathy of a strong intelligence, the wonder of a mind in the presence of its master, but they thought they saw passion, love, desire, in her face in the face of their Suzon, the pride of the river, the flower of the Cote Dorion.
"Why do I drink, do you say?" he added, as Suzon placed the bottle and glass before him. She was silent for an instant, then she said gravely: "Perhaps because you like it; perhaps because something was left out of you when you were made, and " She paused and went no further, for a red-shirted river-driver with brass rings in his ears came close to them, and called gruffly for whiskey.
The black face of Theophile Charlemagne was also turned anxiously in Charley's direction as he pushed out glasses for those who called for liquor. "Oh, do, do go like a good soul!" Suzon urged. Charley laughed disdainfully. "Like a good soul!" Had it come to this, that Suzon pleaded with him as if he were a foolish, obstreperous child! "Faithless and unbelieving!" he said to Suzon in English.
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