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Updated: May 5, 2025
V'la! l'p'tite Alice et la bannlere de Zhorzh Vasinton! He put his wiry little legs through a sort of pas de zephyr and winked at himself with concentrated approval. All the men danced around and yelled till they were hoarse.
"Vive Zhorzh Vasinton!" shrieked Oncle Jazon in a piercing treble, tiptoeing and shaking his cap recklessly under M. Roussillon's nose. The orator winced and jerked his head back, but nobody saw it, save perhaps Father Gibault, who laughed heartily. Great sayings come suddenly, unannounced and unexpected. They have the mysterious force of prophetic accident combined with happy economy of phrasing.
"Ventrebleu!" squeaked Oncle Jazon, "ef I didn't think the ole world had busted into a million pieces!" He was jumping up and down not three feet from Beverley's toes, waving his cap excitedly. "But wasn't I skeert! Ya, ya, ya! Vive la banniere d'Alice Roussillon! Vive Zhorzh Vasinton!" Hearing Alice's name caused Beverley to look around. Where was she?
There was a dead silence for some moments, during which Hamilton's face showed that he was ready to collapse; then the keen voice of Oncle Jazon broke forth: "Vive Zhorzh Vasinton! Vim la banniere d'Alice Roussillon!" He sprang to the middle of the area and flung his old cap high in air, with a shrill war-whoop. "H'ist it! h'ist it! hissez la banniere de Mademoiselle Alice Roussillon!
A great change was coming into her idyllic life. She was indistinctly aware of it, as we sometimes are of an approaching storm, while yet the sky is sweetly blue and serene. When she reached home the house was full of people to whom M. Roussillon, in the gayest of moods, was dispensing wine and brandy. "Vive Zhorzh Vasinton!" shouted Oncle Jazon as soon as he saw her.
Oncle Jazon was so elated that he waved his cap on high, and unconsciously falling into French, yelled in a piercing voice: "VIVE ZHORSH VASINTON! VIVE LA BANNIERE D'ALICE ROUSSILLON!" Seeing Beverley reminded him of Alice and the flag. As for Beverley, the sentiment braced him, and the beloved name brimmed his heart with sweetness. Clark went to meet them as they came in.
The English troops, thinking that the flag was taken down in token of surrender, broke into a wild tumult of shouting. Oncle Jazon intuitively understood just what Alice was doing, for he knew her nature and could read her face. His blood effervesced in an instant. "Vive Zhorzh Vasinton! Vive la banniere d'Alice Roussillon!" he screamed, waving his disreputable cap round his scalpless head.
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