Uncle Bernac - A Memory of the Empire by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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'You say that you are going to the Emperor?' 'Yes.' 'You know that he is in camp near here?' 'So I have heard.' 'But your family is still proscribed?' 'I have done him no harm. I will go boldly to him and ask him to admit me into his service.' 'Well,' said she, 'there are some who call him a usurper, and wish him all evil; but for my own part I have never heard of anything that he has said and done which was not great and noble. But I had expected that you would be quite an Englishman, Cousin Louis, and come over here with your pockets full of Pitt's guineas and your heart of treason.' 'I have met nothing but hospitality from the English,' I answered; 'but my heart has always been French.' 'But your father fought against us at Quiberon.' 'Let each generation settle its own quarrels,' said I. 'I am quite of your father's opinion about that.' 'Do not judge my father by his words, but by his deeds,' said she, with a warning finger upraised; 'and, above all, Cousin Louis, unless you |
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