Of course there couldn't be any doubt of that--you've been through too many, eh ?" Cluny always assumed that Gaston had had numberless tragical adventures which, if told, must make Dumas turn in his grave with envy.
Gaston smiled, and laid a hand upon the other's knee.

"I'm not shell-proof, Vosse, and it was rather a narrow squeak, I'm told.

But I'm kept, you see, for a worse fate and a sadder." "I say, Belward, you don't mean that! Your eyes go so queer sometimes, that a chap doesn't know what to think.

You ought to live to a hundred.
You'll have to.

You've got it all--" "Oh no, my boy, I haven't got anything." He waved his hand pleasantly towards his grandfather.