Lazarre by Mary Hartwell Catherwood
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He looked startled, but spoke harshly. "What have you got in your head? These white people have been making a fool of you." "I remember better to-day than I ever remembered before. I am different. I was a child: but to-day manhood has come. Father, what is a dauphin?" The chief made no answer. "What is a temple? Is it a church, like ours at St. Regis?" "Ask the priest." "Do you know what Bourbon is, father,--particularly a Bourbon ear?" "Nothing that concerns you." "But how could I have a Bourbon ear if it didn't concern me?" "Who said you had such an ear?" "Madame de Ferrier." The chief grunted. "At least she told De Chaumont," I repeated exactly, "I was the boy she saw in London, that her father said had all the traits of the Bourbons. Where is London?" |
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