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Updated: May 3, 2025
Let a friend need his time, his money, his advice, it was immediately at his service; but let that same friend be taken away by death, he would scarcely give two days to regret: 'Encore un tiroir fermé', he would say, and there would end his sensibility. Always ready to give and willing to serve, he was a good companion, and benevolent and gay in his temper.
Honore, and, crossing it and turning left-handed, darted through side streets until he came again into the main thoroughfare a little beyond the Croix du Tiroir, that marked the corner of Mademoiselle's house. Here his last hope left him. The street swarmed with bands of men hurrying to and fro as in a sacked city.
Some of the comedies of a younger contemporary and rival of Moliere, Boursault, have still kept possession of the stage; they are all of the secondary description, which the French call pieces a tiroir, and of which Moliere gave the first example in Le Facheux.
The trumpeter who brought the letter gathered a party at Tiroir cross, and spoke very seditious words to the people.
The trumpeter who brought the letter gathered a party at Tiroir cross, and spoke very seditious words to the people.
Honore opposite the Croix du Tiroir; which rose shadowy in the middle of the four ways. He hammered on the door. "But," she said softly, looking in his face, "the change is sudden, is it not? The King was not wont to be so good to us!" "The King was not King until now," he answered warmly. "That is what I am trying to persuade our people.
"Ah!" he said presently, and not noticing, in his absorption, that the host had crossed again to the tiroir and was quietly searching in a compartment, he read aloud: "Little is known of cyanide of cacodyl, in its action the swiftest and most deadly of existing poisons.
It would have gone hard with my conscience had any innocent person met death through me. As for that Turkish dog, you shall judge for yourself whether he did not die too easily." From among the papers in a tiroir against the wall he took a French journal, and read, translating fluently.
"Here, Bigot, Badelon, drive me these blusterers! Rid the street of them! A Tavannes! A Tavannes!" Not by word or look had he before this betrayed that he had supports. But as he cried the name, a dozen men armed to the teeth, who had stood motionless under the Croix du Tiroir, fell in a line on the right flank of the crowd. The surprise for those nearest them was complete.
The trumpeter who brought the letter gathered a party at Tiroir cross, and spoke very seditious words to the people.
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