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"Let us not compare the thoughts of man with those of Heaven; and let us be submissive," said De Thou, gravely. "Amen!" said old Grandchamp, whose eyes had filled with tears, which he hastily brushed away. "What hast thou to do with it, old soldier? Thou weepest," said his master. "Amen!" said a voice, in a nasal tone, at the entrance of the tent.
He saw, or thought he saw, the same woman clothed in black, whom he had pointed out to Grandchamp, approach so near as to touch his horse's mane, pull his cloak, and then run off with a jeering laugh; the sand of the road seemed to him a river running beneath him, with opposing current, back toward its source. This strange sight dazzled his worn eyes; he closed them and fell asleep on his horse.
"Ah, what a thing it is to have no one to whom to say a friendly word when it is so cold! and my poor mistress! to come on foot all the way from the Hotel de Nevers. Ah, amore! qui regna amore!" "Come, Italian, wheel about, I tell thee. Let me hear no more of thy musical tongue." "Ah, Santa Maria! What a harsh voice, dear Grandchamp!
She always comes in after the first course, and makes every one rise from the table." "Ah, my good Grandchamp," said in a low voice a young maid servant who was passing, "do not speak of the Duchess; she is very sorrowful, and I believe that she will remain in her apartment.
Cinq-Mars's face was crimson, and he seemed asleep, but his old domestic saw that the blood rushing to his head had almost suffocated him; and, seizing a jug full of cold water, he dashed the whole of it in his face. This military remedy rarely fails to effect its purpose, and Cinq-Mars returned to himself with a start. "Ah! it is thou, Grandchamp; what frightful dreams I have had!" "Peste!
And my mother, where is she? and the Marechal, and Ah! and yet it is but a fearful dream! Leave me." As he said this, he turned toward the wall, and again pulled the clothes over his head. The innkeeper, in amazement, touched his forehead three times with his finger, looking at Grandchamp as if to ask him whether his master were also mad.
Two days afterwards the first practical trial was made with homing pigeons, with the idea of using them in connection with balloons for the establishment of an officially sanctioned post. MM. Maugin and Grandchamp conducted this voyage in the "Ville de Florence," and descended near Vernouillet, not far beyond Le Foret de St. Germain, and less than twenty miles from Paris.
"Let me read myself," said Cinq-Mars, taking one side of the book. Old Grandchamp gravely advanced his tawny face and his gray hair to the foot of the bed to listen. His master read, stopped at the first phrase, but with a smile, perhaps slightly forced, he went on to the end. "I. Now it was in the city of Milan that they appeared. "II. The high-priest said to them, 'Bow down and adore the gods.
Grandchamp motioned him away in silence, and in order to watch the rest of the night by the side of Cinq-Mars, who was in a deep sleep, he seated himself in a large armchair, covered with tapestry, and began to squeeze lemons into a glass of water with an air as grave and severe as Archimedes calculating the condensing power of his mirrors.
The soldier, with the same calm indifference, was looking on at the Swiss disputing around him, while holding the ladder. Cinq-Mars arrived in time to save them, gave his name to the Swiss sergeant, and, employing Grandchamp as interpreter, said that the two prisoners were his, and that he would take them to his tent; that he was a captain in the guards, and would be responsible for them.
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