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Updated: June 4, 2025
Thank you, God, for that thought! So, receiving it as coming direct from God, she acted upon it, and one fine morning, a little before day-break, she might have been seen stepping stealthily away from the rear of Master Dumont's house, her infant on one arm and her wardrobe on the other; the bulk and weight of which, probably, she never found so convenient as on the present occasion, a cotton handkerchief containing both her clothes and her provisions.
The slight surface resemblance between the two men, hardly more than the "favor" found in all men of the family of strong and tenacious will, had led her on to deck the absent Dumont with the manhood of the present Scarborough. She had read Scarborough into Dumont's letters. Yes, and the answers she addressed and mailed to Dumont had really been written to Scarborough.
Scarborough smiled. "Even Larkin couldn't get it for Frankfort he's too notorious." "He don't want to get it for him," replied Burdick. "His real man's Judge Graney." Scarborough stopped fanning himself with his wide-brimmed straw. Judge Graney was the most adroit and dangerous of John Dumont's tools.
Jaspar, taking the keys from the table, opened the secretary, and took from a small iron safe in the lower part of it a large packet, on which were several large masses of wax bearing the impress of Colonel Dumont's seal. "Now, De Guy," said he, "do your best." "Do not fear! I never yet saw a name I could not imitate." "So much the better; but be careful, I entreat you!
The second volume, made, as Bowring says, from a number of scraps, is probably more 'Bowringised' than the first. Dumont's Traités were translated into Spanish in 1821, and the Works in 1841-43. There are also Russian and Italian translations. In 1830 a translation from Dumont, edited by F. E. Beneke, as Grundsätze der Civil- und Criminal-Gesetzgebung, etc., was published at Berlin.
Kelter began a soft and soothing discourse which led nowhere at first but ended finally in a re-order for four hot Scotches. Then Dumont's witty French blood or the muddied dregs which were left of it began to be perversely amusing at Quest's expense.
And I believe the police of London are making inquiries." "And what profession is your father?" I asked. "He is a jeweller. His shop is in the Rue de la Paix, on the right, going down to the Place Vendôme. Maison Dumont perhaps you may know it?" Dumont's, the finest and most expensive jewellers in Paris! Of course I knew it. Who does not who knows Paris?
"Only when I come through Little Smoky the other day an ol' flame of his asked about him. The Fire Bird they call her. Know her?" Ernestine Dumont's face grew a shade redder in its mortification even while she knew that the man was lying to tease her.
It was now devoted to a more dignified purpose, being occupied by a white man and his wife, the victims of Jaspar Dumont's hatred and fears. They had already been prisoners for the past forty-eight hours.
Rand was upon his feet, some of the stubbornness already fled from his eyes, the sound of Ernestine Dumont's taunting laugh lost to him in the harsh voice of Drennen. "I don't want no trouble to-night, Dave," he said swiftly. "It's old Papa Marquette's weddin' night. I . . . I was jus' joshin', Dave." And then as Ernestine laughed again, he spat out, "Jus' joshin' to tease Ernestine here."
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