Toussac, however, grasped the legs.
He is always practical, the good Toussac.' 'Enough words!' growled the hairy creature beside me.

'It is because we have talked instead of acting that this Buonaparte has a crown upon his head or a head upon his shoulders.

Let us have done with the fellow and come to business.' The refined features of Lesage made me look towards him as to a possible protector, but his large dark eyes were as cold and hard as jet as he looked back at me.
'What Toussac says is right,' said he.

'We imperil our own safety if he goes with our secret.' 'The devil take our own safety!' cried Toussac.

'What has that to do with the matter?
We imperil the success of our plans--that is of more importance.' 'The two things go together,' replied Lesage.