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After apologising for his friend's want of a cocked hat, he proceeded to exhibit his learning, declaring that he had studied "Plutarch", "Caesar's Commentaries", "Epictetus", "Marshal Saxe's Military Reveries " Here he was stopped by the grasp of Toussaint's hand upon his arm.
Then she promptly started on the stories of Toussaint's attack and her son Charles's ill-luck. But Celine broke in: "I say, mamma, the factory where papa used to work is here in this street, isn't it? Monsieur l'Abbe has some business there."*
It was only by confining my narrative to the relations between Toussaint and France that I could keep my tale within limits, and preserve the clearness of the representation. There are circumstances, however, in his intercourse with the British, as honourable to Toussaint's character as any that I have related; and among them is the following, which I quote from the Quarterly Review.
"Don't know as there's any trouble." "Come to your point, man; you're not a scout now." "Toussaint's here." "What! in camp?" "Hiding with the Sioux. Two Knives heard about it." "You've seen him?" "No. I want to quit my job and go after him." "Nonsense!" said Powell. "You can't, Cutler," said Balwin. "I can't spare you." "You'll be having to fill my place, then, I guess."
Finding this, I had thoughts of changing the name in the present edition; but I feared the character being still identified with Vincent, from its being fact that it was Vincent who accompanied Toussaint's sons to Paris, and returned with the deputation, as I have represented; I think it best, therefore, to say here that, from all I can learn, General Vincent was an honourable and useful man, and that the delineation of character under that name in my book is purely fictitious.
"You must seek shelter with some friend," Felix urged, "before the city is astir. I can go to the University. I shall be safe there." "Could you not take us with you?" Marie suggested meekly. He shook his head, his face flushing. It was hard to confess that he had power to destroy, but none to protect. "You had better go to Nicholas Toussaint's," he said.
What Napoleon afterwards thought of the dungeon of Toussaint, is known through an anecdote which I have received from high authority. The next occupant of Toussaint's cell was the Duc de Riviere, afterwards the first French ambassador to Constantinople. There he wasted three of the best years of his life.
He'll never do anything to get his head cut off; and it's quite certain that nobody will think of leaving an income to Marcelle and Lucienne. . . . Well, good by, my dear, you must be brave, one must always hope that things will turn out for the best." When she had gone off, Pierre and Thomas inquired if M. Grandidier had heard of Toussaint's misfortune and agreed to do anything for him.
Other eyes besides Aimee's were fixed on Toussaint's face, in anxiety for his reply. "I do not know, my son, what we are to do next. When the parent of a nation dies, it may take some time to decide what is the duty of those who feel themselves bereaved.
She has gone to my Uncle Toussaint's in the Rue Marcadet; and she can't stop much longer, for she's been away more than an hour." Thereupon Celine cleared one of the chairs on which lay a handful of scraps of wood, picked up on some waste ground. The bare and fireless room was assuredly also a breadless one.
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