Despard, the Spy: Or, The Fall of Montreal — page 41: what you’re looking at

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A TOAST AND A BLOW. 30 own age, Who had come up to Paris, in a detachment of re- gular troops——an ensign, just from scliool. His name was Mariot Dujardin.” “ Mariot !” cried Marie, in a tone of 1..conishment. “The same. Ile was no less a villain at that time than at the present, and these tales he.set in circulation—of duels fought at collepe, of young men killed, of wild orgies in the streets and in the beer-shops, of awkward love-affuirs and the like—had been ably concocted. His insidious stories had found their way to the ears of Terese D'Arcy. She had « gentle, confiding nature; she lad to believe the apparently well-authenticated reports, and they cut her to the heart. ' He saw her droop like a crushed flower. it was for her love that the scoundrel invented these falsehoods. The uffuir came to a head soon. | “Tt was at a supper, given by the officers of the garrison, at which Andrew was preseat. After the wine came on, Du- jardin entered, flushed and excited. He evidently had been drinking deeply, yet his first act was to fill a goblet to the brim and drink it to the very dregs. The toasts went round, and at last they came to him.” The eyes of the old man were flashing with a brilliancy which was startling. “Were you present?” asked Wilton “I was,” replied’ Anselmo, with an odd kind of smile. “They called on Dujardin fur a toast. Bear in mind that Terese had avoided Andrew for several days, and that he Was half-mad with passion. Dujardin rose, and lifting his biim- ming glass above his head, cried out,‘ Attention! Every‘orie looked at him. ‘I am about to propose the health of’ the Flower of Normandy, gentlemen, ‘and I ask “you to do’ her justice in your glasses—my betrothed, Terese D’Arey ?” “ He needed no more than that. In an instant young Des- pard had leaped across the table and had him’ by the ‘throat with one hand, while he struck him in the face with the other. ‘Liar! la@che! cried he; ‘I will eram the fulschood down your vile throat ! U “ The affair marched rapidly after'that. “Their frievds- diag. ged them asunder. Neither would ‘hear of any thing else, ‘80 the (able was cleared away, the seconds chosen and a ‘citele Commicooolks (E©)