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of my sockets. All I can tell is that they both looked 

 at me. They were still grappling, and I still with my 

 musket in my hand. Then for a second or two a dead 

 silence, no screaming. Then I said you Mr. Baron, 

 you are a coward to take a knife against a drunken 

 man unconscious, and you, the servant, you are a ~brute ! 

 Get out this moment and you give me your knife and 

 go and finish your dinner if you can. . . .both went out 

 quietly, in appearance. The old mother took me in 

 her arms, and the other women. Some of them kissed 

 me. I was a hero, but I felt a little uneasy about my 

 drunken fellow, but I soon found he was no longer 

 drunk. He was quiet when sober, and instead of quar- 

 reling with me as I thought he would he thanked me for 

 my intervention. What made me so terribly mad in that 

 affray is that man had got drunk in my company. We 

 had been in a village feast where he drank with every 

 body, and I was talking and also drinking as a pretext 

 to observe the company, good people enough, that en- 

 joyed perhaps half a dozen times in the course of the 

 year, and toiled hard and lived about the same the 359 

 other days. 



Now let us go back to our Baron, and his panoply. 

 The day after that " Brutum fulmen," " Harmless 

 thunderbolt," he came to me and told me : Louis ! I 

 know you were not afraid of me, though you were 



