Cinq Mars — Volume 5 by Alfred de Vigny
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page 62 of 79 (78%)
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fellows!" Then, addressing Marion de Lorme, "Parbleu! Mademoiselle, I
will wear your colors--your gray ribbon, and your order of the Allumette. The device is charming-- 'Nous ne brullons que pour bruller les autres.' And I wish you could see all the fine things we shall do if we are fortunate enough to come to blows." The fair Marion, who did not like him, began to talk over his head to M. de Thou--a mortification which always exasperated the little Abbe, who abruptly left her, walking as tall as he could, and scornfully twisting his moustache. All at once a sudden silence took possession of the assembly. A rolled paper had struck the ceiling and fallen at the feet of Cinq-Mars. He picked it up and unrolled it, after having looked eagerly around him. He sought in vain to divine whence it came; all those who advanced had only astonishment and intense curiosity depicted in their faces. "Here is my name wrongly written," he said coldly. "A CINQ MARCS, CENTURIE DE NOSTRADAMUS. Quand bonnet rouge passera par la fenetre, A quarante onces on coupera tete, Et tout finira." |
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