Conjuror's House - A Romance of the Free Forest by Stewart Edward White
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"How you mak' eet him?" "I'll talk turkey to him till he's so mad he can't see straight. Then maybe he'll send me out right away." "How you mak' eet him so mad?" inquired Picard, with mild curiosity. "Never you mind--I'll do it." "_Bâ oui_," ruminated Picard, "He is get mad pret' queeck. I t'ink p'raps dat plan he go all right. You was get heem mad plaintee easy. Den maybee he is sen' you out _toute suite_--maybee he is shoot you." "I'll take the chances--my friend." "_Bâ oui_," shrugged Achille Picard, "eet is wan chance." He commenced to roll another cigarette. _Chapter Five_ Having sat buried in thought for a full five minutes after the traders of the winter posts had left him, Galen Albret thrust back his chair and walked into a room, long, low, and heavily raftered, strikingly unlike the Council Room. Its floor was overlaid with dark rugs; a |
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