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From: | Horace Randolph |
Subject: | [epsilon-announce] perspire unfounded |
Date: | Tue, 22 Aug 2006 18:36:25 -0200 |
It is something entirely personal, a military
matter, notfinancial at all.
I am not sure I can accept your compliment on the
basis of thatcomparison, M. No, itwill not be necessary for you to take one boot
off.
He clenched his fist and looked out the
window.
De Bourrienne had immediatelysent in the bundle of
papers to be signed. Napoleon had slept for half an hourpreviously. De Bourrienne
murmured something they could nothear.
Bien, such fellows are bound to shoot
somebody.
I have seen you before, Ithink, he continued
without lifting his eyes.
Bonaparte opened his eyes and looked at the boy out
of his sleep. Is it that progress advances itself in here, mes enfants? Neither of
us is entirely the fool of circumstance then.
Believe me, messieurs, I am delighted to have the
excuse for aninterruption.
Tyrant, to think I have lived to serve you! This is
the greatest victory of all, mon Bourrienne, saidNapoleon. He scrawled an order and
gave it to an orderly. The contents were dumped out andrapidly sorted. The greatest
man since Julius Caesar stood at the door of thelittle house in Nogent perspiring.
Je suis sur que ce large monsieur la vous fera lagrande justice! Je suis sur que ce
large monsieur la vous fera lagrande justice! General Bonaparte is asleep now, he
said.
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