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S. Levett Yeats. The Chevalier d'Auriac
The Chevalier d'Auriac
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I DEDICATE THIS, IN MEMORY OF CERTAIN. RED-HOT DAYS
PREFACE
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
PRELUDE
I
II
III
IV
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'
THE END
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S. Levett Yeats
Published by Good Press, 2019
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But a man's knowledge is not to be counted by his years, and Maître Touchet had himself placed a foil in my hand ere I was seven. The hair that stood between me and death as de Gomeron's point touched me cooled me to ice, and knowing that in a long-continued contest youth must tell, I began to feign retreat, and give back slowly, meaning to wind my opponent, and work him round to get a little of the moon in his eyes. De Gomeron took the bait and pressed his attack, with the result that he shifted his position of vantage, and in a while began to breathe heavily. At this point a cloud obscured the moonlight, and my opponent, springing back, called out: 'Hold! hold till the cloud passes! We cannot see.'
'But I can, messieurs,' answered a deep voice to our right. 'What means this fool's work?' and a tall figure, the white line of a drawn sword shining in its hand, stepped between us, coming, as it were, from nowhere. The cloud passed, and the moon was again brilliant and clear. The light fell on the commanding form before us, showing the high aquiline features and grizzled hair of de Rône himself. Nicholas and his men melted into thin air at the sight, and de Gomeron and I stood speechless. The wind caught the black plumes in the General's hat, waving them silently in the air, and brought to us the faint clink of a chain-bit—de Rône had evidently stolen upon us on foot, leaving his horse at a distance.
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