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And Jacquemin Lampourde, with a piteous air, drew out and exhibited the sorry remains of his trusty sword almost weeping over it and calling the duke's attention to the perfectly straight and even break. "Your highness can see that it was a prodigious blow that snapped this steel like a pipe-stem, and it was done with such ease and precision.
Then, after a pause, proudly: "The Tzigana!" The musicians, as she spoke, suddenly struck up one of the Hungarian airs. Then, as in a flying vision, the poor bargemen saw the steamer move farther and farther away, a long plume of smoke waving behind it. Jacquemin, hearing one of those odd airs, which in Hungary start all feet moving and keeping time to the music, exclaimed: "A quadrille!
He thought of the one leading a life of pleasure, and the other a life of fatigue; of this household touching on one side poverty, and, on the other, wealth and fashion; and he divined, from the innocent words of this young wife, the hardships of this home, half deserted by the husband, and the nervousness and peevishness of Jacquemin returning to this poor place after a night at the restaurants or a ball at Baroness Dinati's.
I will have my cook make it; nothing gives me so much pleasure as to be able to offer to my guests a new and strange dish. I will give you the receipt also, Jacquemin. Oh! it is such an odd-tasting dish! It gives you a sensation of having been poisoned." "Like the guests in Lucrezia Borgia," laughed the Parisian Japanese. "Do you know Lucrezia Borgia?" "Oh, yes; they have sung it at Yokohama.
The romance, or death!" "You have no idea how near you are to the truth, my dear Jacquemin: it is indeed a romance; and, what is more, a romantic romance. A romance which has no resemblance to you have invented the word those brutalistic stories which you are so fond of." "Which I am very fond of, Baroness, I confess, especially when they are just a little you know!"
"You have only to name the day, Baroness," said old Vogotzine, inspired to a little gallantry. And Jacquemin, with a smile, exclaimed, in Russian: "What a charming speech, General, and so original! I will make a note of it."
He had not expected to encounter this wretched place, the poorly clad children, and the woman's timid smile. "Is Monsieur Jacquemin at home?" he asked abruptly, desiring to leave at once if the man whom he sought was not there. "No, Monsieur; but he will not be long away. Sit down, Monsieur, please!"
It is a veritable voyage of discovery." "Ladies and gentlemen," cried, above the other voices, Jacquemin, whom Zilah did not know, and to whom the Baroness had made him give a card of invitation, "we are now entering savage countries. It is Kamtschatka, or some such place, and there must be cannibals here."
She entreated so gently, with such an uneasy air at the threatened departure of this man who had doubtless brought some good news for her husband, that the Prince mechanically obeyed, thinking again that there was evidently some mistake, and that it was not, it could not be, here that Jacquemin lived.
"I see that Monsieur Jacquemin will not return," he said, rising hurriedly, "and I will leave you to your breakfast, Madame." "Oh! you don't trouble me at all, Monsieur. I beg your pardon again for having given my children their breakfast before you." "Farewell, Madame," said Andras, bowing with the deepest respect. "Then, you are really going, Monsieur? Indeed, I am afraid he won't come back.
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