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Ten years ago he boldly asserted that the hue is not due to the oxide of chromium, and with this opinion he confronted such eminent men as Vauquelin, Klaproth and others of high rank in the scientific world. Not content with his researches in his laboratory in Paris, he resolutely crossed the ocean and sought the emerald in its parent ledges in the lofty table-lands of New Granada.
Popinot and Birotteau wiped their eyes, so affected were they by the kindly tone in which the academician uttered the words. "Will you crown your goodness?" said the perfumer. "What's that?" exclaimed Vauquelin.
These words struck Popinot with a cold chill, and he began to step as if he were walking on eggs, looking nervously at the wall. Monsieur Vauquelin was in his study when Birotteau was announced. The academician knew that the perfumer and deputy-mayor was high in favor, and he admitted him.
He recovered, and again proceeded in his search of employment, which he at length found with an apothecary. Shortly after, he became known to Fourcroy the eminent chemist, who was so pleased with the youth that he made him his private secretary; and many years after, on the death of that great philosopher, Vauquelin succeeded him as Professor of Chemistry.
On the right, a prolongation of the harbor reached nearly half a mile beyond the town, ending in a small lagoon formed by a projecting sandbar, and known as the Barachois. Near this bar lay moored the little frigate "Aréthuse," under a gallant officer named Vauquelin.
"To begin with," he advanced, "I daresay we might as well get rid of these awkward costumes. They'll hamper walking rather." In spite of his fatigue Lanyard was so struck by the circumstances that he couldn't help remarking it as he tore off his wind-veil. "Your English is remarkably good, Captain Vauquelin," he observed. The other laughed shortly. "Why not?" said he, removing his mask.
She gave a hand to the aviator, the other to Lanyard, and as they helped her to the ground, Lanyard, warned by his experience, stood by with a ready arm. She needed that support, and for a few minutes didn't seem even conscious of it. Then gently disengaging, she moved a foot or two away. "Where are we do you know?" "On the South Downs, somewhere?" Lanyard suggested, consulting Vauquelin.
"I have coincided with a great man. Macassar is overthrown! Macassar, monsieur, is a cosmetic given that is, sold, and sold dear to make the hair grow." "My dear Monsieur Birotteau," said Vauquelin, "there are not two ounces of Macassar oil in all Europe.
Two of these frigates made straight for the French flotilla, which fled in wild confusion, covered by the undaunted Vauquelin in the Atalante, which fought a gallant rearguard action all the twenty miles to Pointe-aux-Trembles, where she was driven ashore and forced to strike her colours, after another, and still more desperate, resistance of over two hours.
"Well what do we do now?" the girl demanded suddenly, in a nervous voice, sharp and jarring. "Oh, we'll find a way out of this somehow," Vauquelin asserted confidently. "England isn't big enough for anybody to remain lost in it not for long, at all events. I'm sorry only on Miss Shannon's account." "We'll manage, somehow," Lanyard affirmed stoutly. The aviator smiled curiously.
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