Ernest Pérochon

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Ernest Pérochon Nêne — PART I. Chapter 13 (1922)

Trooper worked as if he were fighting. Rage dominated him, the drunken rage of his nights of dissipation. The blood had rushed to his head, driving out all his normal instincts, which were gentle and sensible. His jaw set, his eyes wild, he shook all over with an uncontrolled fury against Boiseriot, against the Catholics, against the machine, against the straw, against everything! Throwing his whole weight forward, he swept the shelf with wrathful arms.
"The little fellow feeds better! By golly, I'll show them! Damn them!"
He shouted:
"Bring on the sheaves! Bring 'em on!"
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Ernest Pérochon Nêne — PART I. Chapter 13 (1922)

Trooper was one of the calmest of the lot. He argued quietly:
"The Salvationist is right—he stands up for his ideas. Everybody's free to do as he likes. If he wants to drink water, let him. Wine is both good and bad. It warms a man, and then it burns him. He says he doesn't want to poison himself; I agree with him!"
While arguing thus, he poured down several bumpers and little by little the wine whipped up his nerves. Madeleine kept her eyes on him, but she did not want to warn him in the presence of the other men.
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