"I presume that you are from the fort, though I may be permitted to observe that the woods are not very safe for ladies at present." "We are going to the manor-house of Charles de la Noue at Sainte Marie," said De Catinat, "and we hope soon to be in a place of safety.

But I grieve, sir, to see how terribly you have been mishandled." "Ah, you have observed my little injuries, then! They know no better, poor souls.

They are but mischievous children--merry-hearted but mischievous.

Tut, tut, it is laughable indeed that a man's vile body should ever clog his spirit, and yet here am I full of the will to push forward, and yet I must even seat myself on this log and rest myself, for the rogues have blown the calves of my legs off." "My God! Blown them off! The devils!" "Ah, but they are not to be blamed.

No, no, it would be uncharitable to blame them.