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"To the beautiful Josephine Lollier!" And Montbar emptied his glass. "By the Lord!" exclaimed Antoine. "Wait a moment. Josephine Lollier! Why, I know her." "I didn't say you didn't." "Josephine Lollier! Why, she's the daughter of the man who keeps the post-horses at Belleville." "Exactly." "Damn it!" exclaimed the postilion, "you're not to be pitied a pretty slip of a girl!
"Well, my friend," resumed Montbar, "mine is to make my way by night, without being recognized, into the courtyard of Master Nicolas-Denis Lollier, postmaster at Belleville." "At Belleville," repeated Antoine, who had followed Montbar's words with all the attention he was capable of.
To the health of beautiful Josephine Lollier." And he swallowed his fifth glass of Burgundy. "Now," asked Montbar, "do you understand why I had you sent up here, my lad?" "No; but I don't bear you any grudge for it, all the same." "That's very kind of you." "Oh! I'm a pretty good devil." "Well, I'll tell you why I sent for you." "I'm all ears." "Wait.
"You wish to make your way by night, without being recognized, into the courtyard of Master Nicolas-Denis Lollier, postmaster at Belleville, in order to see the beautiful Josephine? Ah, ha! my sly dog!" "You have it, my dear Antoine; and I wish to get in without being recognized, because Father Lollier has discovered everything, and has forbidden his daughter to see me." "You don't say so.
I reach Belleville at eight, drive into the courtyard, and say the horses are tired and must rest from eight till ten, and from eight to ten " "You can fool Pere Lollier." "Well, there you are, Antoine!" "There I am!
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