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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902 [1867], Condensed novels, and other papers. (G. W. Carleton & Company, New York) [word count] [eaf566T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Twenty years after, the gigantic innkeeper of This cloud of dust betokened the approach of a The heart of the innkeeper rejoiced. Turning to St. Denis! make haste and spread the cloth. Add Truly the traveler, clad in the uniform of a musketeer,
“I am hungry, Morbleu! I wish to dine!” The gigantic innkeeper bowed and led the way to “Wine!” Perigord brought wine. The stranger “Charge it.” “To whom, your highness?” said Perigord, anxiously. “To his Eminence!” “Mazarin!” ejaculated the innkeeper. “The same. Bring me my horse,” and the musketeer, The innkeeper slowly turned back into the inn. “Parbleu, my dear Perigord, I am famishing. “Venison, capons, larks and pigeons, your excellency,”
“Enough!” The young musketeer dismounted “Some wine, my brave Perigord,” said the graceful Perigord brought three dozen of Charlevoix. The “By-by, Perigord,” he said lightly, waving his “But, your highness—the bill,” said the astounded “Ah, the bill. Charge it!” “To whom?” “The Queen!” “What, Madame?” “The same. Adieu my good Perigord,” and the “Ah,” said the courtier good naturedly. “What, The innkeeper again covered the table with viands.
“Bring me another fowl, my Perigord.” “Impossible, your excellency, the larder is “Another flitch of bacon, then.” “Impossible, your highness—there is no more.” “Well, then, wine!” The landlord brought one hundred and forty-four “One may drink if one cannot eat,” said the aristocratic The innkeeper shuddered. The guest rose to depart. The innkeeper came “Ah! the bill—charge it.” “Charge it! to whom?” “To the King,” said the guest. “What! his Majesty?” “Certainly. Farewell, Perigord.” The innkeeper groaned. Then he went out and “I am a plain man, and don't understand politics. “Stay,” said Dame Perigord, “I have an idea.” “And that is—” “Become yourself a musketeer.”
Harte, Bret, 1836-1902 [1867], Condensed novels, and other papers. (G. W. Carleton & Company, New York) [word count] [eaf566T]. |