Cinq Mars — Volume 2 by Alfred de Vigny
page 23 of 68 (33%)
page 23 of 68 (33%)
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This abrupt exclamation came from the rough voice of Grandchamp, who was
so astonished at what he had seen that he dropped the glass of lemonade he was bringing in. Finding that his master did not answer, he became still more alarmed, and raised the bedclothes. Cinq-Mars's face was crimson, and he seemed asleep, but his old domestic saw that the blood rushing to his head had almost suffocated him; and, seizing a jug full of cold water, he dashed the whole of it in his face. This military remedy rarely fails to effect its purpose, and Cinq-Mars returned to himself with a start. "Ah! it is thou, Grandchamp; what frightful dreams I have had!" "Peste! Monsieur le Marquis, your dreams, on the contrary, are very pretty ones. I saw the tail of the last as I came in; your choice is not bad." "What dost mean, blockhead?" "Nay, not a blockhead, Monsieur; I have good eyes, and I have seen what I have seen. But, really ill as you are, Monsieur le Marechal would never--" "Thou art utterly doting, my friend; give me some drink, I am parched with thirst. Oh, heavens! what a night! I still see all those women." "All those women, Monsieur? Why, how many are here?" "I am speaking to thee of a dream, blockhead. Why standest there like a post, instead of giving me some drink?" |
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