In the Quarter by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers
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The man's eyes grew round. "Certainly, Monsieur, I will take the note
to the Prefect," he said; "Monsieur will pardon the intrusion." "Don't mention it," said Rex, smiling, and slipped a franc into his big red fist. The officer pocketed it with a demure "Merci, Monsieur," and presently the clank of his bayonet died away on the stairs. "Well," said Elliott, "you're found." Clifford was beginning again with self-reproaches and self-abasement, but Rex broke in: "You fellows are awfully good -- I do assure you I appreciate it. But I wasn't in any more danger than the rest of you. What about Thaxton and the Colossus and Carleton?" He grew anxious as he named them. "We all got off with no trouble at all, only we missed you -- and then the troops fired, and they chased us over the bridge and scattered us in the Quarter, and we all drifted one by one into the Cafe des Ecoles. And then you didn't come, and we waited till after dinner, and finally came here to find your door locked -- " "Oh!" burst out Clifford, "I tell you, Rex -- damn it! I will express my feelings!" "No, you won't," said Rex; "drop 'em, old boy, don't express 'em. Here we are -- that's enough, isn't it, Shakespeare?" The bird had climbed to Gethryn's shoulder and was cocking his eye fondly at Clifford. They were dear friends. Once he had walked up Clifford's arm and had grabbed him by the ear, for which Clifford, more in sorrow than in anger, soaked him in cold water. Since that, |
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