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"Lemercier," cried the Vicomte de Breze, approaching the cafe, "I scarcely recognise you in that martial guise. You look magnifique the galons become you. Peste! an officer already?" "The National Guards and Mobiles are permitted to choose their own officers, as you are aware. I have been elected, but to subaltern grade, by the warlike patriots of my department.
To own the truth, the reason you have not sooner seen me was, that I was passing my time on board our old friend, la Proserpine. Her officers and crew would not lose my company, when they had once begun to enjoy it." "Peste! mon cher capitaine were you a prisoner?" "Something of that sort, Benoit.
The young guardsman was only too delighted to find himself admitted to such an intimacy. "I will not intrude long upon your hospitality," said he. "We are journeying down to Lake Champlain, and we hope in a day or two to be ready to go on." "A suite of rooms shall be laid at your disposal as long as you do me the honour to remain here. Peste!
He was surrounded in a minute, and half a dozen swords and pistols presented at him. "Oh!" said Ernanton, "robbers on the road, a league from Paris " "Silence, if you please," said a voice that Ernanton thought he recognized. "Your sword, your arms; quick." And one man seized the bridle of the horse, while another stripped him of his arms. "Peste! what clever thieves!" said Ernanton.
Peste! I have been lucky." All at once his attention was called to a particular part of the room. The two men who had pushed the strugglers with their feet, were assailed with abuse by the sailors, who had become reconciled.
Edouard mounted the stairs on tiptoe. Raynal followed. The solid stone steps did not prate. The men had mounted a considerable way, when puff a blast of wind came through a hole, and out went Edouard's candle. He turned sharply round to Raynal. "Peste!" said he in a vicious whisper. But the other laid his hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Look to the front."
'Peste! cried Narcisse. 'Was the prying wench there? I thought the little one might be satisfied that he had neighbour's fare. No matter; what is done for one's beaux yeux is easily pardoned and if not, why, I have her all the same! 'Nevertheless, daughter, said the Chevalier, gravely, 'the woman must be silenced.
"Some fifty thousand crowns; yes, monseigneur!" replied the Comte de Guiche, rising. "Must I give up my place to your eminence, or shall I continue?" "Give up! give up! you are mad. You would lose all you have won. Peste!" "My lord!" said the Prince de Conde, bowing. "Good-evening, monsieur le prince," said the minister, in a careless tone; "it is very kind of you to visit an old sick friend."
Peste! mon cher, we French authors have not the rents of you rich English milords.
"You are an admirer of nobility, and a devotee of aristocracy," added Andrea Barrofaldi, in pursuit of the subject then in hand; "if the truth were known, a scion of some Noble house yourself, Signor?" "I? Peste! I hate an aristocrat, Signor Vice-governatore, as I do the devil!"
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