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Portrait of Stanley J. Weyman Stanley J. Weyman McClure's Magazine, Volume5, Number 1…

I was genuinely startled at last; but Parabère still made light of it. "What!" he said. "Are we a pack of nervous women, or one poor traveller in a solitary inn, that we see shadows and shake at them?"
"The inn is solitary enough," Boisrueil grumbled.
"But we are twenty swords!" Parabère retorted, opening his eyes wide. "Why, I have ridden all day in an enemy's country with less!"
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Portrait of Stanley J. Weyman Stanley J. Weyman McClure's Magazine, Volume5, Number 1…

We reached at last a good-sized square, on one side of which—though the rest of the town lay buried in darkness— a large building, which I judged to be Bareilles's residence, exposed a dozen lighted windows to the street. Two or three figures lounged half-seen on the wide stone steps which led up to the entrance, and the rattle of dice, with a murmur of voices, came from the windows.
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Portrait of Stanley J. Weyman Stanley J. Weyman McClure's Magazine, Volume5, Number 1…

When I bade a man go on an errand to the stable, four went; and when I dropped a word to the woman who was attending to her pot, a dozen heads were stretched out to catch the answer.
Such a feeling—to which, in this instance, the murmur of the stream and the steady downpour of rain doubtless added something—is so contagious that I was not surprised to find Colet and La Font sinking under it. Only Parabère, in fact, rose quite superior to the notion, laughed at their fears, and drank to their better spirits
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