de Chabrillane back into the rain.
Now, for all his slenderness, his assiduous daily sword-practice had given Andre-Louis an arm of iron. Also he threw his weight into the thrust. His assailant reeled backwards a few steps, and then his heel struck a baulk of timber left on the ground by some workmen that morning, and he sat down suddenly in the mud.
A roar of laughter rose from all who witnessed the fine gentleman's downfall. He rose, mud-bespattered, in a fury, and in that fury sprang at Andre-Louis.
Andre-Louis had made him ridiculous, which was altogether unforgivable.
"You shall meet me for this!" he spluttered. "I shall kill you for it."
His inflamed face was within a foot of Andre-Louis'. Andre-Louis laughed. In the silence everybody heard the laugh and the words that followed.
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I swear to you
Rudely violently he thrust
Realizing fully what a
My friend my saviour
I could not help
He sat down abruptly
On the threshold the
He would lose nothing
His fund of energy
The news of it
When the landlord and
Mademoiselle my homage he
He told me that
Andre Louis stood forward
For in the past
I do not seek
And there was more
What if I am
My dear friend he
His coat of a
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That was no part
She could not repress
And she paused a
He stood there by
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