Let us take one haphazard.

Who is this from?
Ah! it is from the Duc de la Rochefoucauld.

He has ever seemed to be a modest and dutiful young man.
What has he to say?
The Danube--Belgrade--the grand vizier--Ah!" He gave a cry as if he had been stabbed.
"What, then, sire ?" The minister had taken a step forward, for he was frightened by the expression upon the king's face.
"Take them away, Louvois! Take them away!" he cried, pushing the pile of papers away from him.

"I would that I had never seen them! I will look at them no more! He gibes even at my courage, I who was in the trenches when he was in his cradle! 'This war would not suit the king,' he says.

'For there are battles, and none of the nice little safe sieges which are so dear to him.' By God, he shall pay to me with his head for that jest! Ay, Louvois, it will be a dear gibe to him.
But take them away.