The Luck of Roaring Camp and Other Tales
nnkeeper of Provins stood looking
a traveler. Travelers had been rare that se
Turning to Dame Perigord, his wife,
bottle of Charlevoix to the table. This traveler, w
lry, did not seem to have spared his horse. Throwing his reins to the landlord, he leaped ligh
morbleu! I w
d with tempting viands. The musketeer at once set to work. Fowls, fish, and pates disappeare
ank a dozen bottles. Finally he rose to depart
rge
ighness?" said P
s Emin
jaculated th
and the musketeer, remounting
hed the courtyard before the clatter of hoofs again called him to t
rd, I am famishing. What
, your excellency," replied the obse
nn. Seating himself at the table replenished by the careful
id the graceful young musketeer, a
f Charlevoix. The young man em
aving his hand, as, preceding the ast
-the bill," said the
bill. C
wh
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, Mad
l of quiet succeeded, in which the innkeeper gazed woefully at his wife. Suddenly he
s deceive me? No, it is the festive and luxurious Perigo
in it was swept clean as the fields of Egypt before th
other fowl,
cellency; the larder
litch of b
ur highness; th
then,
dred and forty-four bottles.
t eat," said the aristocrat
eeper sh
ward with his bill, to which he had covertly added the
bill. C
it! to
ng," said
his M
. Farewell
went out and took down his si
at the country is in a troubled state. Between his Eminence the Cardina
me Perigord, "I
tha
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