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Madelon had left us, and I was going to the workshop 'Sit still, lad, cried Cardillac, 'no more work to-day; let's drink the health of the most worthy and charming lady in all Paris. When we had clinked our glasses, and he had emptied a bumper, he said: 'Tell me, Olivier, how do you like those lines? 'Un amant qui craint les voleurs N'est point digne d'amour.
Each man stuffed as many of those lumps as he could carry into his shirt or tunic. Then they helped the fallen drunkard to his feet, handed him the fraction of his treasure which remained, and pushed him roughly away. The last I noticed of this curious scene was this marauder staggering into the night, and calling faintly at intervals, as he realised his loss, "Sacres voleurs!
"I never heard of the Venetian shoemaker," said Sylvester; "but if I am truly to tell you the source from whence I drew, I must inform you that the words spoken by Mademoiselle Scuderi, 'Un amant qui craint les voleurs, &c., were really made use of by her, in almost similar circumstances to those of my story.
Piastre Spanish dollare then I give you carrot." "By God!" shouted Bill Cowan, "ye will take Virginny paper, and Congress paper, or else I reckon we'll have a drink and tobacey, boys, take or no take." "Hooray, Bill, ye're right," cried several of our men. "Lemme in here," said Cowan. But the frightened Creole blocked the doorway. "Sacre'!" he screamed, and then, "Voleurs!"
The old trappers and plainsmen themselves, even as early as the beginning of the Santa Fe trade, noticed the gradual disappearance of the buffalo, while they still existed in countless numbers. One veteran French Canadian, an employee of the American Fur Company, way back in the early '30's, used to mourn thus: "Mais, sacre! les Amarican, dey go to de Missouri frontier, de buffalo he ron to de montaigne; de trappaire wid his fusil, he follow to de Bayou Salade, he ron again. Dans les Montaignes Espagnol, bang! bang! toute la journee, toute la journee, go de sacre voleurs. De bison he leave, parceque les fusils scare im vara moche, ici l
"Then we'll shoot them like dogs, as the French did! 'Mort aux voleurs' shall be the word!" "Unless they shoot us. The French had a national guard, who had property to lose, and took care of it. The shopkeepers here will be all against us; they'll all be sworn in special constables, to a man; and between them and the soldiers, we shall have three to one upon us."
His bright-eyed wife was in the compartment with her beautiful mistress, and ready to sound a shrill Gallic alarm at any moment. She gravely eyed the two escorting officials of the bank. Marie said in her heart that "all men were liars," and she believed most of them to be voleurs, in addition.
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