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'Yes, I will, answered the fisher maiden, blushing very red, 'but only on condition that we seal up the purse and the mantle in the copper vessel and throw them into the sea. And this they did. Charles Deulin. There were once upon a time three brothers, of whom the eldest was called Jacob, the second Frederick, and the youngest Peter.
No, nothing is broken; it is that confounded gout. No, I cannot rise yet! Leave me for a minute. Go, one of you, and tell Wanda that I am unhurt. She is in box No. 18, in the grand-stand." He spoke in French, to Deulin more particularly. "Go and tell her," said the Frenchman, over his shoulder, in English. "Some busy fool has probably started off by this time to tell her that her father is killed.
In this book Mr. Deulin inclines to the view that the stories as first published by Perrault were not really written by him, but by his little son of ten or eleven, to whom Perrault told the stories as he had gathered them up with the intention of rendering them in verse after the manner of La Fontaine. The lad had an excellent memory, much natural wit, and a great gift of expression.
"Cartoner and Deulin probably know the story," continued Joseph, "but they won't admit that they do. There was once a nobleman in this city who was like Netty; he had a romantic heart. Dreamed that this country could be made a great country again, as it was in the past dreamed that the peasants could be educated, could be civilized, could be turned into human beings.
Paul Deulin was considered by his friends to be a cynic; and a French cynic is not without cruelty. He once told Wanda that he had seen men and women do much worse than throw their lives away, which was probably the unvarnished truth. But there must have been a weak spot in his cynicism. There always is a weak spot in the vice of the most vicious.
It happened to be the envelope of the letter he had received a few days earlier, denying him his recall. And Deulin carefully wiped the blade of the sword-stick with it. He tore it into pieces and sent it after the knife. Then he polished the bright steel with his pocket-handkerchief, from the evil point to the hilt, where the government mark and the word "Toledo" were deeply engraved.
But, my friend, if anything should happen anything anywhere we keep each other advised. Is it not so?" "Usual cipher," answered Cartoner. "My salutations to Lady Orlay," said Deulin, with a reflective nod. "That woman who can keep a secret." "I thought you had none." "She knows the secret of my income," answered the Frenchman. "Tell her no! Do not tell her anything. But go and see her.
They were in a narrow street now between the backs of high houses and had left the life and traffic of frequented thoroughfares behind them. Deulin turned once and looked over his shoulder. They were alone in the street. He released Cartoner's arm, through which he had slipped his left hand in an effusive French way.
"Then I will tell you," said Lady Orlay, who, as Paul Deulin had said, was very experienced and very discerning. "You are going to Russia, all of you." Daylight was beginning to contend with the brilliant electric illumination of the long platform as that which is called the Warsaw Express steamed into Alexandrowo Station.
This he did in the literal sense the day after Cartoner landed in England on his return from America. Deulin saw his friend emerge from a club in Pall Mall and walk westward, as if he had business in that direction. Like many travellers, the Frenchman loved the open air. Like all Frenchmen, he loved the streets. He was idling in Pall Mall, avoiding a man here and there.
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