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Updated: June 14, 2025
I slept only one night there, and to save time did not go to Ruffec. On the 13th of April, I arrived, about five o'clock in the afternoon, at Loches. I slept there because I wished to write a volume of details to the Duchesse de Beauvilliers, who was six leagues off, at one of her estates.
This most unpromising day is our one opportunity to see Chinon, and as luck will have it Miss Cassandra is laid up in lavender, with a crick in her back, the result, she says, of her imprisonment at Loches yesterday, and what would have become of her, she adds, if she had sojourned there eight or nine long years like poor Ludovico?
Rupert shook his head. "I do not admit that I know aught concerning the lady you name; but did I so, I should prefer death to betraying her." "Ay," the governor said, "you might do that; but death is very preferable to life at Loches." In a day or two Rupert found himself again desponding. "This will not do," he said earnestly. "I must arouse myself.
But let me show you what is going on among our college students among the men our daughters are some day to marry. Let me show you the women who prey upon them! Perhaps, who knows I can show you the very woman who was the cause of all the misery in your own family!" And as Monsieur Loches rose from his chair, the doctor came to him and took him by the hand.
Paris though so far off was thrown into great excitement and alarm by the flight at Patay, and the whole city was in commotion fearing an immediate advance and attack. But in Loches, or wherever Charles may have been, it was all taken very easily.
For Monsieur Loches had paid him a visit his purpose being to ask the doctor to continue attendance upon the infant, and also to give Henriette a certificate which she could use in her suit for a divorce from her husband. So inevitably there had been a discussion of the whole question between the two men. The doctor had granted the first request, but refused the second.
He was about to go off when Quentin could hear Dunois whisper to Crawford, "Do you carry us to Plessis?" "No, my unhappy and rash friend," answered Crawford, with a sigh, "to Loches." "To Loches!" The name of a castle, or rather prison, yet more dreaded than Plessis itself, fell like a death toll upon the ear of the young Scotchman.
The French king, who was at Chartres, departed and came to Blois and there tarried two days, and then to Amboise and the next day to Loches: and then he heard how that the prince was at Touraine and how that he was returning by Poitou: ever the Englishmen were coasted by certain expert knights of France, who alway made report to the king what the Englishmen did.
We humored his fancy this afternoon and had a long motor tour, going through Montbazon and Couzieres, which we had not yet seen, although we were quite near both places at Loches.
The dungeons of Villeneuve made a particular impression on me, greater than any, except those of Loches, which must surely be the most grewsome in Europe. I hasten to add that every dark hole at Villeneuve is called a dungeon; and I believe it is well established that in this manner, in almost all old castles and towers, the sensibilities of the modern tourist are un- scrupulously played upon.
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