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Page 72 - he had in view one person only, his adversary D'Hubert. Once he confided to an appreciative friend: " You see I don't know how to fawn on the right sort of people. It isn't in me." He did not get his step till a week after Austerlitz. The light cavalry of the Grande
Page 160 - in any case he can't come upon me unawares." And sure enough he saw the boots of General Feraud flash in and out, eclipsing for an instant everything else reflected in the little mirror. He shifted its position accordingly. But having to form his judgment of the change from that indirect view, he did not
Page 175 - And this poor child running over here publicly with her hair loose. She has been seen by people in the fields. She has roused the whole household, too. It's awkward for her. Luckily you are to be married next week. . . . Adele, sit up. He has come home on his own legs,
Page 84 - mysterious, unforgivable offence. Ill THE retreat from Moscow submerged all private feelings in a sea of disaster and misery. Colonels without regiments, D'Hubert and Feraud carried the musket in the ranks of the sacred battalion—a battalion recruited from officers of all arms who had no longer any troops to lead. In that battalion
Page 28 - wringing her hands and muttering crazily. She did not rush between the combatants. The onslaughts of Lieutenant Feraud were so fierce that her heart failed her. Lieutenant D'Hubert, his faculties concentrated upon defence, needed all his skill and science of the sword to stop the rushes of his adversary. Twice already he had had to break
Page 23 - At once. At once," stuttered Feraud, beside himself. " You had my answer," said the other, keeping his temper very well. At first he had been only vexed and somewhat amused. But now his face got clouded. He was asking himself seriously how he could manage to get away. Obviously it was impossible
Page 106 - them for two of the compulsorily retired officers of the Old Guard. As from bravado or carelessness they chose to speak in loud tones, General D'Hubert, who saw no reason why he should change his seat, heard every word. They did not seem to be the personal friends of General Feraud. His name came up
Page 108 - had heard of the duel, of course. Now he understood the allusion. General Baron D'Hubert would be able now to enjoy his fat king's favour in peace. " Much good may it do to him," mumbled the elder. " They were both brave men. I never saw this D'Hubert—a sort of intriguing dandy, I
Page 48 - personage with a long pale face resembling the countenance of a sheep, opined, shaking his head, that it was a quarrel of long standing envenomed by time. It was objected to him that the men themselves were too young for such a theory to fit their proceedings. They belonged also to different and distant parts of France.