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Mignot, indeed, said 2 feet; but it was his way to make a large estimate of dimensions, and he constantly interrupted my record of measurements by the assertion that I had made them moins que plus.
Monsieur Bril bored to the last page of the poems. Then he took off his spectacles, and wiped them with his handkerchief. "My old friend, Papineau, is well?" he asked. "In the best of health," said David. "How many sheep have you, Monsieur Mignot?" "Three hundred and nine, when I counted them yesterday. The flock has had ill fortune. To that number it has decreased from eight hundred and fifty."
Then you could hear her as far as the double chestnut tree above Père Gruneau's blacksmith forge. M. Papineau, the kind, wise, meddling old notary, saw this, as he saw everything at which his nose pointed. He went to David, fortified himself with a great pinch of snuff, and said: "Friend Mignot, I affixed the seal upon the marriage certificate of your father.
There were five guns in pits round this focal point and forming a circle. And on the platform in the centre was a curious instrument on a tripod. "The telemeter," explained Captain Mignot; "for obtaining the altitude of the enemy's aëroplane." Once again we all scanned the sky anxiously, but uselessly.
Ferdinand the Catholic, of Castile, owed his death to the effects of a philter administered to him by his queen, Germaine de Foix, in the hope of enabling him to beget an heir to the crowns of Aragon, Navarre, and Naples. "Plusieurs dames," says Mignot, "attachées
'Cela comprend toute l'exploitation de 1863. 'Vous m'excuserez beaucoup de mon retard. 'Je termine en vous présentant mes respectueuses salutations. Vous noublierez pas ce que vous mavez promis' St. Georges, le 24 Juillet, 1864. Dimanche. Instead of three francs the quintal, Mignot had previously told me that he got four francs, delivered at Gland, and five at Geneva.
There was Captain Mignot, and the two imposing officers from General Foch's staff; there were smiling young French gunners; there was the telemeter, which cost, they told me, ten thousand francs, and surely deserved to have its picture taken, and there was one, not too steady, of a patch of sunny sky and a balloon-shaped white cloud, where another German shrapnel had burst overhead.
"I have read all your verses," continued Monsieur Bril, his eyes wandering about his sea of books as if he conned the horizon for a sail. "Look yonder, through that window, Monsieur Mignot; tell me what you see in that tree." "I see a crow," said David, looking. "There is a bird," said Monsieur Bril, "that shall assist me where I am disposed to shirk a duty.
He led the way round the corner of the building to where a path, neatly banked, went out through the mud to the battery. "Keep to the path," said a tall sign. But there was no temptation to do otherwise. There must have been fifty acres to that field, unbroken by hedge or tree. As we walked out, Captain Mignot paused and pointed his finger up and somewhat to the right. "German shrapnel!" he said.
Mignot was quite motherly in his advice and his cautions, recommending as the surest safeguard a pocket-pistol, loaded with powder only, to be flashed in the bull's face as he makes his charge.
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