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Page 117 - Patrick having dropped into a chair began biting the end of a cigarillo. "1 don't," sighed Patrick ! "I can't! They are the cruellest things !" and dexterously he kicked off his kid slippers one after the other. " Now these cigarros . . ." began d'Haguerty. " So long as you are with me, my dear Count, all is explained. Remember you are a devil for tobacco." " Ah, Patrick, my boy ! Now where would I have been with the ladies if I'd had such a low taste as that ? The great success I've had with the...
Page 141 - I cannot marry him,' replied Caroline in a small voice. ' Why not ? ' sternly. ' Because I shall never love him.' ' Never's a long day. I don't pretend to understand the business, but I dare say you'll — you'll love him well enough when you're married to him.' ' No, no, no ! I shall never love him.' ' You say that because you are a little girl, and don't know anything about love.
Page 36 - Sefior," said a low and refined voice behind him, " you do not speak to patriots. These men are robbers." He turned and saw a dark delicate-featured man in the dress of a well-to-do citizen. On his appearance beside Patrick a cry was raised and taken up by the whole band. " Down with the President ! Down with the Junta ! Down with Atheists ! Down with Constitutionalists !" Meantime Patrick spoke earnestly.
Page 141 - I can't think of anyone you've met here Don't talk nonsense, Carrie ! ' Caroline jumped up, scattering her flowers, clasped her hands and broke into a fit of nervous laughter. She went so quickly towards the house that she almost ran, and as she passed behind Charlesworth, ' Oh, stupid, stupid ! ' she cried to his back, between a laugh and a sob. He turned momentarily, and saw her passing in at the window, her handkerchief pressed to her eyes. CHAPTER XIII. CHARLESWORTH sat on, motionless as a stone....
Page 118 - ... It's very dangerous for well-born children to scream like that. You forget that your son is also my grandson." Henriette moved towards the door. " If I open it, Madame, he will perhaps push past me. It would make you ill if he came in." " Mon Dieu I what are you thinking of ? It will kill me if you allow it. Poor child, it unnerves me to hear him cry. Pray stop him at once." "Charles-Louis, you must be quiet and go away,
Page 46 - Almaguer' s hand, he swore to dedicate himself, body and soul, to the rescue of Ferdinand VII., and never to desist until either his purpose was accomplished, or he, or the King himself — which Heaven forbid ! — should have ceased to live. So his Excellency the Count de Almaguer died in Santa Maria de Untcia, and was buried there, far from the tomb of his fathers. And Patrick Dillon of the Ultonia Regiment went on his way to visit General Renovales.
Page 82 - D'Haguerty was thanking the Mayor in the temperate fashion of a man receiving but his due/ when the People made its way silently into the kitchen. It was armed with one musket, two rusty swords, two sickles, and a pruning-knife on a stick. When it was assembled the Mayor's followers began to talk to him, both one at a time and all together, in Breton, and they did not appear to be in agreement with their leader. The Count asked in French what was the matter. ' They are afraid of ghosts,' replied...
Page 146 - What treason ! What an ungrateful wretch ! After all I have done for him he has dared to make love to my daughter.' ' Never ! Not a word — not even a look.' ' Then he does not love you ' ' He does love me. I know it.' ' You cannot know it, and I do not believe it.
Page 118 - Dieu ! to be left thus in my old age to the mercy of this vulgar creature. I, who was so much adored. Imbecile ! Why don't you go on, Henriette ? I shall faint if you don't take care.
Page 50 - I," returned the old gentleman. " We go by the eight o'clock Diligence," observed Richard. " So do I," said the old gentleman. "Indeed!" " As we are likely to be many hours together, we ought to make the time pass as pleasantly as we can," resumed the little man ; " will the lady do me the honour to take a glass of wine with me ?