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Villeré was captured, but escaped, and at half past one o'clock Jackson knew in New Orleans that the enemy was at hand. By good luck, Major Latour, a French engineer, and the best historian of the campaign, was among the first to view the invaders, and he gave the general a correct idea of their position and numbers. As in all other crises, Jackson's resolve was taken at once.
"But no Americans who have yet come this way have been have been" he veiled the too blunt expression of his thought "have been familiar with 'The Huguenots," he finished, making a slight bow. Villere took his under-meaning. "I come from New Orleans," he returned. "And in New Orleans there live many of us who can recognize a who can recognize good music wherever we meet it."
I make you my homage, These are my two friends, Cecil Villere and Philippe Baring." "We are glad to welcome you," said Patty, in her pretty, frank way; "these are my friends, Mademoiselle Farrington and Mademoiselle Barstow. We are guests of your aunt." "Ah, my aunt!" said Henri, as the other boys acknowledged the introductions, "where is she? Did she not get my telegram?"
For the stately Spanish centuries of custom lived at Santa Ysabel del Mar, inviolate, feudal, remote. They were the only persons of quality present; and between themselves and the gente de razon a space intervened. Behind the padre's chair stood an Indian to wait upon him, and another stood behind the chair of Gaston Villere.
And coming to know this," said Padre Ignacio, fixing his eyes steadily upon Gaston, "you will understand how great a privilege it is to help such people, and how the sense of something accomplished under God should bring Contentment with Renunciation." "Yes," said Gaston Villere. Then, thinking of himself, "I can understand it in a man like you."
"It's no use," said Elise; "she has been gone about ten minutes, and in her fast car she is now more than half way to the station." "Did you boys come in an automobile?" asked Patty. "No," replied Mr. Villere; "we came in a rickety old cab from the station, and it has gone back." Patty's thoughts were flying rapidly.
"But no Americans who are yet come this way have been have been" he veiled the too-blunt expression of his thought "have been familiar with The Huguenots," he finished, making a slight bow. Villere took his under-meaning. "I come from New Orleans," he returned, "and in New Orleans there live many of us who can recognize a who can recognize good music wherever we hear it."
When he had reached the shady place where once he had sat with Gaston Villere, he dismounted and again sat there, alone by the stream, for many hours. Long rides and outings had been lately so much his custom that no one thought twice of his absence; and when he resumed to the mission in the afternoon, the Indian took his mule, and he went to his seat in the garden.
The padre shook his head and smiled affectionately when he thought of Gaston Villere. The youth's handsome, reckless countenance would come before him, and he repeated Auber's old remark, "Is it the good Lord, or is it merely the devil, that always makes me have a weakness for rascals?" Sail away on the barkentine! Imagine taking leave of the people here of Felipe!
I mentioned the little reënforcement we could have at once from Mobile, my readiness to take any command, division, brigade, or regiment to which he might assign me, and, above all, the necessity of prompt action. There were two persons present, Colonel Brent, of Beauregard's staff, and Mr. Charles Villeré, a member of the Confederate Congress from Louisiana.
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