[Captain Fracasse by Theophile Gautier]@TWC D-Link bookCaptain Fracasse CHAPTER VII 1/29
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CAPTAIN FRACASSE. The comedians pushed forward at first as rapidly as the strength of their horse--resuscitated by a night's rest in a comfortable stable, and a generous feed of oats--would allow; it being important to put a good distance between themselves and the infuriated peasants who had been repulsed by de Sigognac and the tyrant.
They plodded on for more than two leagues in profound silence, for poor Matamore's sad fate weighed heavily upon their hearts, and each one thought, with a shudder, that the day might come when he too would die, and be buried secretly and in haste, in some lonely and neglected spot by the roadside, wherever they chanced to be, and there abandoned by his comrades. At last Blazius, whose tongue was scarcely ever at rest, save when he slept, could restrain it no longer, and began to expatiate upon the mournful theme of which all were thinking, embellishing his discourse with many apt quotations, apothegms and maxims, of which in his role of pedant he had an ample store laid up in his memory.
The tyrant listened in silence, but with such a scowling, preoccupied air that Blazius finally observed it, and broke off his eloquent disquisition abruptly to inquire what he was cogitating so intently. "I am thinking about Milo, the celebrated Crotonian," he replied, "who killed a bullock with one blow of his fist, and devoured it in a single day.
I always have admired that exploit particularly, and I feel as if I could do as much myself to-day." "But as bad luck will have it," said Scapin, putting in his oar, "the bullock is wanting." "Yes," rejoined the tyrant, "I, alas! have only the fist and the stomach.
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