The Chevalier d'Auriac

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Levett Yeats Sidney. The Chevalier d'Auriac

CHAPTER I. THE JUSTICE OF M. DE RÔNE

CHAPTER II. M. DE RÔNE CANNOT READ A CYPHER

CHAPTER III. THE RED CORNFIELD

CHAPTER IV. THE CHATEAU DE LA BIDACHE

CHAPTER V. A GOOD DEED COMES HOME TO ROOST

CHAPTER VI 'GREEN AS A JADE CUP'

CHAPTER VII. POOR NICHOLAS!

CHAPTER VIII. MONSIEUR DE PREAULX

CHAPTER IX. THE MASTER-GENERAL

CHAPTER X. AN OLD FRIEND

CHAPTER XI. A SWIM IN THE SEINE

CHAPTER XII. MONSIEUR RAVAILLAC DOES NOT SUIT

CHAPTER XIII. THE LOUVRE

CHAPTER XIV. UNDER THE LIMES

CHAPTER XV. THE HAND OF BABETTE

CHAPTER XVI. A COUNCIL OF WAR

CHAPTER XVII. MAÎTRE PANTIN SELLS CABBAGES

CHAPTER XVIII. THE SKYLIGHT IN THE TOISON D'OR

CHAPTER XIX 'PLAIN HENRI DE BOURBON'

CHAPTER XX. AT THE SIGN OF 'THE TOISON D'OR'

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'Mille diables! Lost again! The devil runs in those dice!' and de Gomeron, with an impatient sweep of his hand, scattered the little spotted cubes on to the floor of the deserted and half-ruined hut, wherein we were beguiling the weariness of our picket duty before La Fère, with a shake of our elbows, and a few flagons of wine, captured from Monsieur the King of Navarre, as we, in our folly, called him still.

A few days before we had cut out a convoy which the Béarnais was sending into the beleaguered town. Some of the good things the convoy bore found their way to the outposts; and on the night I speak of we had made such play with our goblets that it was as if a swarm of bees buzzed in my head. As for de Gomeron, he was in no better case, and his sun-tanned face was burning a purple red with anger at his losses and the strength of the d'Arbois, both of which combined to give a more than usually sinister look to his grim and lowering features. In short, we were each of us in a condition ripe for any mischief: I hot with wine and the fire of five-and-twenty years, and de Gomeron sullenly drunk, a restrained fury smouldering in his eyes.

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I entered the tent, and stood patiently whilst he walked backwards and forwards for a little time. Suddenly he stopped and, facing me, said,

'Well, M. d'Auriac?'

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