The Honour of Savelli: A Romance

The Honour of Savelli: A Romance

S. Levett Yeats

S. Levett Yeats

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The Chevalier dAuriac

The Chevalier d'Auriac

S. Levett Yeats

S. Levett Yeats

\'Mille diables! Lost again! The devil runs in those dice!\' and de Gomeron, with an impatient sweep of his hand, scattered the little spotted cubes on to the floor of the deserted and half-ruined hut, wherein we were beguiling the weariness of our picket duty before La Fère, with a shake of our elbows, and a few flagons of wine, captured from Monsieur the King of Navarre, as we, in our folly, called him still.
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