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Coeur-de-Roi went out as simply as he had entered. "You see," said Cadoudal, "the sort of men I command. Is your First Consul as well served as I, Monsieur de Montrevel?" "By some, yes." "Well, with me it is not some, but all." Benedicite entered and questioned Georges with a look. "Yes," replied Georges, with voice and nod. Benedicite went out.
"Excuse me, Monsieur de Montrevel," said Branche-d'Or, "but that is not loyal!" "What!" shrieked Roland, in a fury, "not loyal! You insult me, villain, because you know I can't defend myself or punish you."
"Come back to me the day after tomorrow." "Willingly, Monsieur Louis. What do you want us to do?" "Never mind; just come." "Oh! we'll come." "That means that the moment you say, 'Come, you can count upon us, Monsieur Louis." "Well, then I'll have some information for you." "What about?" "The ghosts." Amelie gave a stifled cry; Madame de Montrevel alone heard it.
"VII. No damage is to be done to the houses of former Catholics until further notice, and to ensure the carrying out of this order a guard is to be placed in them, and an inventory of their contents taken and sent to Marechal de Montrevel.
And the boy, full of delight, offered his firm rosy cheek to Sir John, who kissed it as tenderly as a father would have done. Then they went to the dining-room where Madame de Montrevel and Amelie were awaiting them. That same day Roland put into execution part of his plans for his guest's amusement. He took Sir John to see the church of Brou.
"One more prisoner, Monsieur de Montrevel," replied the rider, "I could not be in at the fight, but I will at least go to the scaffold. Where are my friends?" "There, sir," replied Roland, who had recognized, not the face, but the voice of the rider, a voice which he now heard for the third time.
"Here!" said the young man he had addressed, pulling a flask of toilet vinegar from his pocket. "Good," said the other, who seemed to be the leader of the band. "Do you finish up the matter with Master Jerome; I'll take charge of Madame de Montrevel." It was indeed time.
"You see, Monsieur de Montrevel, that my lads hoped you would do me the honor to sup with me." "Faith! they were not far wrong. I should have asked for supper, had you not invited me; and I might have been forced to seize some had you not invited me." "Then fall to!" The young colonel sat down gayly.
"Good!" said Roland, "but do you know what we are going to hunt?" "No. All I know is that I'm going, too." "We're going to hunt a boar." "Oh, joy!" cried the boy, clapping his little hands. "Are you crazy?" asked Madame de Montrevel, turning pale. "Why so, madame mother, if you please?" "Because boar hunts are very dangerous." "Not so dangerous as hunting men.
He was followed by twenty pieces of ordnance, five thousand bullets, four thousand muskets, and fifty thousand pounds of powder, all of which was carried down the river Rhone, while six hundred of the skilful mountain marksmen called 'miquelets' from Roussillon came down into Languedoc. M. de Montrevel was the bearer of terrible orders.
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