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for he went on still more vehemently and vigor- 

 ously. 



" J'ai lance" Polydore apres ce sacre lievre, 

 mais je ne 1'ai plus revu."j , 



" Perhaps your dog caught him," I suggested. 



"Mais non, mon cher ; mais non," he dole- 

 fully replied. 



" Then you have shot nothing ?" I continued, 

 determined at getting at the whole of his 

 chasse. 



This last question seemed to offend him 

 greatly. That an Englishman should for an 

 instant imagine that un vrai chasseur like Mon- 

 sieur Jules Fontaine and his beau chien Polydore 

 could go out and bring nothing back was too 

 much. 



" Si, mon cher, si," he answered triumphantly. 

 " J'ai tue deux gibiers infe'rieurs, une grive, et 

 un merle, tres bon a manger, vous savez." 



This was in fact his day's sport, a thrush and 

 a blackbird. 



To make up for the roasting I had given him, 

 I thought I mk 1 1 as well compliment him on 

 his dog, and remarking what a handsome poin- 

 ter it was, said it was a pity his tail had been 



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