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She took up the lantern which the robbers had left behind them and with feeble steps reached the entrance of the churchyard. The streets were desolate. The stars overhead alone perceived the slowly moving form, every now and then resting against the walls of the houses. At last she reached the New-market and stood before the door of her home. Dark and quiet it seemed.

They lodged at the Hotel de France, where they took their meals in common in the large back dining-room, which is always specially reserved for their use. In the afternoon one might see them, looking grave and thoughtful, take a walk on the New-Market Square, or on the old ramparts. M. Gransiere, also, had arrived.

He held in his hand his violin, which the doctor had ordered to be left to him; and he accompanied himself with a few notes, as he repeated the same familiar song which he had sung on the New-Market Square when he first accosted M. Folgat. Cocoleu, a large piece of bread-and-butter in one hand, and a big clasp-knife in the other, was finishing his meal.

Therefore the bodies of the unfortunate people were thrown together into a common grave, covered only scantily with earth and marked with a plain wooden cross. Woe and sorrow thus filled the old City of Cologne. On the New-market, close to the Church of the Apostles, in a splendid mansion, the rich Magistrate, Mengis of Aducht lived.

When Dionysia had handed him the key, M. Folgat hastened to reach the end of the garden; and, at the third stroke of nine o'clock, the minstrel of the New-Market Square, Goudar, pushed the little gate, and, his violin under his arm, slipped into the garden. "A day lost!" he exclaimed, without thinking of saluting the young lawyer, "a whole day; for I could do nothing till I had seen you."

Deep piety remained the motive power of Richmodis' being, and nobody ever saw her smile again. If you come to Cologne, reader, you will still see the old house of the Aduchts at the New-market, with two white wooden horses' heads looking out of the top window. The Goblins This story goes back to the "good old times" of which we modern people always speak with a sigh of regret.

A year afterwards he had the honour of riding that very horse Endymion before his late Majesty King George II. at New-market, and won the plate there and the attention of the august sovereign. We shall hear more of the Chevalier hereafter.

The dark night allowed these only to see a peasant in his shirt sleeves, and bareheaded, who belabored a large gray mare, on which he rode bareback, with his heels and a huge stick. This man, after having passed the suburbs, turned into National Street, formerly Imperial Street, crossed New-Market Square, and stopped at last before the fine house which stands at the corner of Castle Street.

He told me at the last New-market, that he had made up a capital book, and it turned out that he had hedged with such dexterity, that he must lose one thousand pounds, and he might lose two. Well, well," continued Goren, with a sanctified expression; "I would sooner see those real fools here, than the confounded scoundrels, who pillage one under a false appearance. Never, Mr.

But we must make haste." The old gentleman did make haste; but it is a long way from the New-Market Place to Hill Street; for the sisters Mechinet lived on the Square, and, if you please, in a house of their own, a house which was to be the delight of their days, and which had become the trouble of their nights.