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At the distance of three leagues from Montbard, one of the harnesses broke, and, the postboys having failed to bring rope with them, we were detained on the road, as the place of the accident was far from any human dwelling. My good master and M. d'Anquetil whiled away the time by playing and sympathetic quarrels, of which they had made a habit.
I am not quite sure if he is still alive, but he ought to have a son like himself. Have you money?" "I have with me a rather large sum," replied M. d'Anquetil, "and I am glad of it, as I cannot dream of going home, where the constables will not fail to be on the lookout to arrest and conduct me to the Chatelet.
I had hardly gone a few steps between the labyrinth of tombstones when M. d'Anquetil, having come forward to enable him to recognise his mistress, began to shout and to curse loud enough to awaken the village dead. I was anxious to tear Jahel away from his rage; I thought he would kill her. I glided between the tombstones to her assistance.
The following day was such a good one for M. Coignard that we hoped he would remain with us. He drank meat broth, and was able to rise in his bed. He talked to each of us with his accustomed grace and sweetness. M. d'Anquetil, who dwelt at Gaulard's, came to see him, end rather indiscreetly asked him to play piquet Smiling, my good master promised to do so next week.
But after a few minutes, observing them very closely, I saw M. d'Anquetil pulling her out of the cemetery and leading her towards Gaulard's inn with a remainder of fury she was easily capable of calming, alone and without help.
"Thank God!" said my tutor, "I have not suffered any other damage than the loss of a tooth, and that was neither whole nor white. Time had already effected its decay." M. d'Anquetil, legs astride and arms akimbo, examined the carriage. "The rascals," he said, "have put it in a nice state. If the horses are got up they will break it all to pieces.
While M. Coignard was holding this memorable discourse, M. d'Anquetil, without listening to the abbe's words, was seated on the edge of the fountain, shuffling the cards and swearing like a trooper, because it was too dark to play a game of piquet.
That of M. d'Anquetil provoked him strongly, and his anger rose when he saw my good tutor, one bottle in hand and two peeping out of his pockets, and by the look of Catherine with her wet chemise sticking to her body.
Jahel," I exclaimed, in an ardour of love, provoked by her own coolness. "Alas! I did not want anything else with you at the Chateau des Sablons. What was wanting for your happiness?" She made me a sign to show that M. d'Anquetil was observing us. The harness had been repaired and our carriage rolled on again along the road bordered on both sides by vineyards.
But remember, in making the stone speak, to make it proclaim nothing but the praise of God." I begged of him to believe that I should apply all my zeal to this work, and M. d'Anquetil promised to give the matter a gallant and graceful turn. "I will," he said, "try to write French verse in the style of M. Chapelle." "That's right!" said the vicar. "But are you not curious to look at my winepress?
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