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He uttered a short, low, laugh, unobserved, perhaps, by any one but myself; and, pushing through the atmosphere of sacres and mille tonnerres, which filled that pandaemonium, strode quickly to the door. I felt as if a load had been taken from my bosom, when he was gone. Reddere person ae scit convenientia cuique. Horace: Ars Poetica.
His face showed at the same time that he meant to give nothing. The stranger murdered the Hungarian language terribly, and he had a distinctly foreign accent. "Milles tonnerres!" he cried, "can't you speak any other language here but Hungarian?" "No." "That's bad. Then where's the innkeeper?" "I am. And may I ask, sir, who you are, whence you came, and where you live?"
The day was fixed for our wedding, it approached; on the evening before the appointed day, Clara, her mother, her little sister, and myself were walking by the port, and as we looked on the sea I was telling them old gossip tales of mermaids and sea-serpents, when a red-faced bottle-nosed Frenchman clapped himself right before me, and placing his spectacles very deliberately astride his proboscis, echoed out, 'Sacre, mille tonnerres!
I accepted the old soldier's offered pinch of snuff; clapped him on the back, and swore he was the honestest fellow in the world the most glorious relic of the Grand Army that I had ever met with. "Go on!" cried my military friend, snapping his fingers in ecstasy "Go on, and win! Break the bank Mille tonnerres! my gallant English comrade, break the bank!"
He had reached the mussel rocks and stood shaking his clenched fists at the departing craft, while the rest of us crowded about the bundle and the blazing lantern. Every one was talking and gesticulating at once as they watched the sloop plunge away in the darkness. "Sacré mille tonnerres!" roared the brigadier, sinking down on the bundle. Then he turned and glared at me savagely.
Well, I forgive it, and invite you to stay. You shall be my valet." "He shall be nobody's valet," Gervais cried. The gray eyes flashed, but their owner rejoined lightly: "You have a man; surely I should have one, too. And I understand the services of M. Félix are not engaged." "Mille tonnerres! you would take this spy this sneak "
The old soldier was too shrewd not to understand the whole import of this insulting question. The sorrow and indignation aroused within him gave him strength to free himself from the hands of his captors. "Mille tonnerres!" he exclaimed; "so I pass for a traitor, do I! No, it is impossible listen to me."
He insulted me I threw some coffee in his face he flung himself upon me like a tiger, and almost choked me, as all here witnessed. And for what? Because I did him the honor to make a rough pencilling of his ugly face ... Mille tonnerres! the fellow has stolen my sketch-book!" The sketch-book was undoubtedly gone, and the stranger had undoubtedly taken it.
He was afraid, after this discovery, of being set on at night." "He went out in broad day?" "So Vigo said. I saw him not," Lucas answered with something of his old nonchalance. "Mille tonnerres du diable!" Mayenne shouted. "If this is true, if he got out in broad day, I'll have the head of the traitor that let him. I'll nail it over his own gate."
"Mille tonnerres! what are you saying?" broke in the little man, to the grim old soldier who was relating this. "You know nothing of 'L'Homme Rouge, not a word; how should you? But I served in the Twenty-second of the Line, old Mongoton's corps; the 'Faubourg Devils, as they were called. He knew him well; it was 'L'Homme Rouge' had him shot for treason at Cairo.
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