In the Reign of Terror by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
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eyes I shall, when he can speak our language, believe implicitly
what he says. That boy would not tell a lie whatever were the consequences. Altogether I like him much. I think that in a very little while he will adapt himself to what goes on around him, and that you will have no reason ere long to complain of his gaucheries." "And you really think, M. du Tillet, that he will be a useful companion for my boys?" "If you will pardon me for saying so, madam, I think that he will - at any rate I am sure he can be trusted to teach them no wrong." "You are all against me," the marquise laughed. "And you, Marie?" "I did not think of him one way or the other," the girl said coldly. "He is very awkward; but as he is not to be my companion that does not concern me. It is like one of papa's dogs, one more or less makes no difference in the house so long as they do not tread upon one's skirt." "That is the true spirit of the French nobility, Marie," her father said sarcastically. "Outside our own circle the whole human race is nothing to us; they are animals who supply our wants, voila tour. I tell you, my dear, that the time is coming when this will not suffice. The nation is stirring; that France which we have so long ignored is lifting its head and muttering; the news from Paris is more and more grave. The Assembly has assumed the supreme authority, and the king is a puppet in its power. The air is dark as with a thunder-cloud, and there may be such a storm sweep over France as there has not been since the days of the Jacquerie." |
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