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208 His uncle's own nephew!

For all that—a Gascon.

Ay, false Gascon!… trust him not… Gascons should ever be crack-brained…. Nought more dangerous than a rational Gascon.

How pale he is!

Oh! he is hungry, just like us poor devils; but under his cuirass, with its fine gilt nails, his stomachache glitters brave in the sun.

Let us not seem to suffer either! Out with your cards, pipes, and dice….

And I shall read Descartes.