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The Refugees

CHAPTER V
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Still hurrying on, he followed a crescent path which led past a dozen stone dolphins shooting water out of their mouths over a group of Tritons, and so through an avenue of great trees which looked as if they had grown there for centuries, and yet had in truth been carried over that very year by incredible labour from St.Germain and Fontainebleau.

Beyond this point a small gate led out of the grounds, and it was through it that the two passed, the elder man puffing and panting with this unusual haste.
"How did you come, uncle ?" "In a caleche." "Where is it ?" "That is it, beyond the auberge." "Come, let us make for it." "And you, Amory, are you coming ?" "My faith, it is time that I came, from what you tell me.

There is room for a man with a sword at his side in this establishment of yours." "But what would you do ?" "I would have a word with this Captain Dalbert." "Then I have wronged you, nephew, when I said even now that you were not whole-hearted towards Israel." "I know not about Israel," cried De Catinat impatiently.

"I only know that if my Adele chose to worship the thunder like an Abenaqui squaw, or turned her innocent prayers to the Mitche Manitou, I should like to set eyes upon the man who would dare to lay a hand upon her.

Ha, here comes our caleche! Whip up, driver, and five livres to you if you pass the gate of the Invalides within the hour." It was no light matter to drive fast in an age of springless carriages and deeply rutted roads, but the driver lashed at his two rough unclipped horses, and the caleche jolted and clattered upon its way.


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