He has tried the strength
of your blade, and learned by bitter experience that its point is sharp.
You may be sure that he hates you like the very devil, and will not
scruple to make use of any means whatever to revenge himself for his
defeat at your hands."
"Well, if he does not care to try my sword again, we could fight on
horseback with pistols. He could not accuse me of having any advantage
of him there."
Talking thus the two had reached the Quai de l'Ecole, and there a
carriage just missed running over de Sigognac, though he did his best to
get out of its way. As it was, only his extremely slender figure saved
him from being crushed between it and the wall, so close did it come to
him--notwithstanding the fact that there was plenty of room on the other
side, and that the coachman could easily have avoided the foot passenger
he actually seemed to pursue. The windows of the carriage were all
closed, and the curtains drawn down, so that it was impossible to tell
whether it had any inmates or not--but if de Sigognac could have peeped
within he would have seen, reclining languidly upon the luxurious
cushions, a handsome young nobleman, richly dressed, whose right arm was
supported by a black silk scarf, arranged as a sling.
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