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So she managed to keep him occupied eating pie, sipping watered claret and chatting until night came on and Madame Roussillon brought in a lamp. Then he hurriedly snatched his cap from the floor beside him and got up to go. "Come and look at my handiwork," Alice quickly said; "my shelf of pies, I mean." She led him to the pantry, where a dozen or more of the cherry pates were ranged in order.
Item: the said gibbets inclosed in a sea of jelly. Item: a tongue of beef with tomatoes, which rendered us all tongue-tied automatoes. Item: a compote of pigeons with caused us to think the angels had had a finger in it. Item: a timbale of macaroni surrounded by chocolate custards. The wines of Roussillon and those of the banks of the Rhone completely effaced those of Champagne and Burgundy.
"Take her along, sir; any place is good enough for her so long as she behaves like a " "Very well," Farnsworth bluntly interrupted, thus saving Alice the stroke of a vile comparison. "Come with me, please, Miss Roussillon." He pulled her toward the door, then dropped the arm he had grasped and murmured an apology. She followed him out, holding her head high.
He gathered the two girls in his mighty arms, tousling them with rough tenderness. Alice returned his affectionate embrace and told him where to find Madame Roussillon, who was with Dame Godere, probably at her house. "Nobody killed," he said, in answer to Alice's inquiry about the catastrophe at the fort. "Some of 'em hurt and burnt a little. Great big scare about nearly nothing.
A few of the leading men of Vincennes, presided over by Gaspard Roussillon, held a consultation at the river house, and it was agreed that a mass meeting should be called bringing all of the inhabitants together in the church for the purpose of considering the course to be taken under the circumstances made known by Father Gibault.
When Beverley, taking his leave, passed through the gate at Roussillon place, he met Rene de Ronville going in. It was a notable coincidence that each young man felt something troublesome rise in his throat as he looked into the other's eyes.
The battalions of La Sarre and Languedoc were posted on the left under Bourlamaque, Berry and Royal Roussillon in the centre under Montcalm, La Reine, Beam, and Guienne on the right under Levis.
Madame Roussillon came to the door, flushed with stooping over the fire, and announced that the steak was ready. "Bring the wine, Alice," she added, "a bottle of Bordeaux." She stood for a breath of two, her red hands on her hips, looking first at Father Beret, then at Alice. "Quarreling again about the romances?" she inquired. "She's been at it again? she's found 'em again?"
At least three additional glasses of the brandy went the way of the first. He grinned atrociously and smacked his corrugated lips; but when Gaspard Roussillon came in, the old man was sitting at some distance from the bottle and glass gazing indifferently out across the veranda. He told his story curtly.
The priest stood as if dumfounded, gazing into the vacant space uncovered by the puncheon. "Is it gone? Has some one taken it away?" They turned up all the floor to no avail. La banniere d'Alice Roussillon had disappeared, and Captain Farnsworth went forthwith to report the fact to his commander.
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