This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 Excerpt: ...the sergeant suspiciously. "Not only am I a man of honour, Sergeant, but you are mounted and we are in the midst of open fields, where there ...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 Excerpt: ...the sergeant suspiciously. "Not only am I a man of honour, Sergeant, but you are mounted and we are in the midst of open fields, where there is no cover for a hunted man. Come, let me say a word privately to the driver of this cart: to tell you the truth, I have a message for my friend--from the Jacobins." The sergeant did not answer, but he did nothing to prevent the movement. He was used to such scenes in the pressing of men. Boutroux strolled up to the driver just as that rustic was trying to get some pace out of his old jade; he came up by his side and said, --"Halt a minute!" The yokel pulled up, cursing. "We must make an arrangement--for both our sakes. I think you said my name was Perrin, did you not?" "That's what I said," answered the youth, and grinned. "I think you said that your name was my name?" "That's it," said the peasant, and grinned more broadly. "Very well, Perrin," said Boutroux--and he said " Very well" with a decision that unpleasantly reminded the peasant of his lord. "Very well, Perrin, listen! Your crops this year will fail you: you will not pay your taxes. The men-at-arms will come to distrain upon your filthy hovel, but before they take your sticks the men of my society will find you; they will bind and beat that old hag of a mother of yours; "--the peasant did not dare to strike him--"and when they have done so, a worse thing will happen to you all. They will sack your place, they will kill you as they choose, and you perhaps will be burned upon the wood of your own woodpile. They have more power than you know." "Oh, we care nothing for prophecies in my village," said the rustic, a little pale. "Go your way; you are ...
Fair. Ships from the UK within 24 hours. Your purchase supports authors through the Book Author Resale Right. Published by NELSON in 1911, 372 pages, hardback (no Dust Jacket), medium size, decorative endpapers, page edges foxed, some pages foxed, corners bumped, wear to head & tail of spine, illustrated frontispiece.
Good- in good- jacket. 12mo. n.d. Light spots to boards. Damp affect to top of boards. Soiling to endpapers. Fpd lifting. Dw shows a tired soldier on horseback passing soldiers in the background. Wear and tears to extremities. Some loss to spine ends. Light soiling to front.
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