The Romance of War; or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Romance of War; or, The Highlanders in Spain, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Great Britain. Army. Gordon Highlanders -- Fiction; Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Fiction
"Beelzebub strangle the Bourbons! Get us our supper, and call a halt to
your chattering. Also, take care how you give me the lie, old gentleman,
or I swear I will dash—"
"Hold! De Mesmai," said Stuart, interfering now for the second or third
time. "I, as a British officer, cannot permit you to persist in
insulting a Spanish citizen thus—"
"A dog of an emigrant! I have mown them down by troops,—never yet
granted quarter, even to their most pitiable entreaties. DEATH! was the
word wherever we have fallen in with them,—in Holland, Flanders, Spain,
Portugal, and Italy. When I served with the army of the Moselle, we once
formed a thousand emigrant prisoners into solid squares, and poured in
volleys of grape and musquetry upon them; while the cavalry charged them
by squadrons, sword in hand, to finish by hoof and blade what the fire
of the platoons had left undone."
The curate clasped his hands and turned up his eyes, but made no reply.
"You have little cause to boast of that exploit," said Ronald; "but,
Monsieur de Mesmai, we have been very good friends on the way hither,
yet we are likely to quarrel, if you abuse our kind host thus." At that
moment the curate’s grand-daughter entered, and stole close to his side.
The two officers rose at once, each to offer her a seat, and she took
Stuart’s, bowing coldly to De Mesmai, who, seating himself in what he
thought a fine position, muttered, "A dazzling creature, really. Upon my
honour beats Mariette of the Rue Neuve des Petits Champs quite, and will
make amends for the loss of the abbess." He raised his glass to his
eye, and scanned the poor girl with so intent a look, that her face
became suffused with blushes. She was indeed a very beautiful creature.
She was about twenty years of age; her eyes had a blackness and
brightness in them truly continental. Her teeth were perfectly regular,
and of the purest white, and the fine proportions of her figure were
displayed to the utmost advantage by a tight black velvet boddice, with
short sleeves adorned with frills of lace at the elbow, below which her
white arm was bare. Her luxuriant black hair was plaited in two
gigantic tails or braids, which hung down to the red flounce attached to
her brown bunchy petticoat, which was short enough to display a
well-turned foot and ankle.
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