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St. Martin’s Summer

CHAPTER XIX
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I must have instant speech with him," said he; and his words, together with the crisp, commanding tones in which they were uttered, had their effect upon the host.
Rabecque had been playing the great lord during the week he had spent at Voiron, and had known how to command a certain deference and regard.
That this tatterdemalion, with the haughty voice, should demand to see him at that hour of the night, with such scant unconcern of how far he might incommode the great Monsieur Rabecque, earned for him too a certain measure of regard, though still alloyed with some suspicion.
The landlord bade him enter.

He did not know whether Monsieur Rabecque would forgive him for being disturbed; he could not say whether Monsieur Rabecque would consent to see this visitor at such an hour; very probably he would not.

Still, monsieur might enter.
Garnache cut him short before he had half done, announced his name and bade him convey it to Rabecque.

The alacrity with which the lackey stirred from his bed upon hearing who it was that had arrived impressed the host not a little, but not half so much as it impressed him presently to observe the deference with which this great Monsieur Rabecque of Paris confronted the scarecrow below stairs when he was brought into its presence.
"You are safe and sound, monsieur ?" he cried, in deferential joy.
"Aye, by a miracle, mon fils," Garnache answered him, with a short laugh.

"Help me to bed; then bring me a cup of spiced wine.


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