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"Now, notary," said Marillac, from the other end of the table, "defend yourself; one, two, three, ready!" "Monsieur de Camier," replied the hunter whose skill had been questioned, "I do not pretend to have your skill. I never have shot as large game as you did at your last hunt."
"If your friend wants to ask an explanation of anybody it is of you, for you took some kirsch of 1765 for water." "I really believe that I was the drunker of the two," interrupted Octave, with a vivacity which concealed a certain embarrassment; "we must have terribly scandalized Monsieur de Camier, who has but a poor opinion of Parisian heads and stomachs."
"If your friend wants to ask an explanation of anybody it is of you, for you took some kirsch of 1765 for water." "I really believe that I was the drunker of the two," interrupted Octave, with a vivacity which concealed a certain embarrassment; "we must have terribly scandalized Monsieur de Camier, who has but a poor opinion of Parisian heads and stomachs."
"Play your role better," said he to him; "we are surrounded by spies. De Camier has already made an observation about your preoccupied demeanor." "You are right," said Octave; "and you join example to advice. I admire your coolness, but I despair of equalling it." "You must mingle with my guests and talk with them," Christian replied.
She had the genius of friendship, a native sincerity, a certain reality of nature those fine qualities which so often accompany the shy that we almost, as we read biography and history, begin to think that shyness is but a veil for all the virtues. Perhaps to this shyness, or to this hidden sympathy, did Madame R,camier owe that power over all men which survived her wonderful beauty.
This is the secret of tact. Madame R,camier, the famous beauty, was always somewhat shy. She was not a wit, but she possessed the gift of drawing out what was best in others. Her biographers have blamed her that she had not a more impressionable temper, that she was not more sympathetic.
He started off at a trot; Gerfaut followed his example, stifling a sigh as he darted a last glance toward the chateau. They soon rejoined the cart which carried several of the hunters, and which Monsieur de Camier drove with the assurance of a professional coachman. There was a moment's silence, broken only by the trot of the horses and the sound of the wheels upon the level ground.
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